How can we be found
If were not lost

In her hair, she wears
The beauty of Polaris;
Luminous orbs adorn
Her celestial body.
A veil of nebulae on her face,
Fails to conceal her eyes;
Alive with catastrophic bursts;
Reminiscent of supernovae.
Alnilam, a glorious embellishment
Graces her neck;
Sun-like Centauri on her arm,
And Elysian complement
To her dress of quintessence and energy.

R. A. Tyndall

I know I'm not perfect,
I may not be worth it.
I know I can love you one minute
and hate you the next.
Please know, I try my best.
Now that I'm gone,
I know you can rest.
Which is great,
you need someone who really needs you.
More than I do.
I'm sorry for being so mean,
I'm sorry for not coming clean.
I have my intentions,
And always end up learning my lesson.

overthinking is the key
to destruction
and i have demolished cities

I'm  missing some stiches,  
                         flawed genetic patterns

A bullet through your chest
Feels almost like
A heart-break

My small friend
You have returned
From the abyss
And recovered

Your small body shines
Brighter than it ever did
As if you
Have shed your skin

Life pulses through you
And you seem
More inquisitive
More vibrant
More alive

More connected
To the challenge
Of being

And further
From the mystery
Of dying