i beg of others to write me
write me in the light of a million stars
where my body holds too much depth
but enough essence to stretch me across
the midnight skies
where my scars look like stars
and my tears assemble meteor showers.
write me what you see
like i am the epicenter of your galaxy
write to me how you think i am, a
light in your eclipse and not a closeted-sin.
describe me as if you're an astronaut
discovering a land too beautiful to behold
one deserving of precision, caressing,
a place where you exceed all caution
indulging in the feeling of extraterrestrial,
seeing it as something quirky and otherworldly
and not wonder why it's labeled inhabitable.
write of me from down below the stratosphere
where the stars look less bright
and the sky more gray.
for those who feel less than beautiful