The sun keeps on rising
Yet, there is no blue—
It keeps on setting,
Yet, there is no red,
As if every hue had bled
Onto this crown of lavender around my neck.

Let every ray
Burn through my bones,
Let the dust remind you
Of the star we once were,
Let my remains evaporate among the clouds,
The rain, drown this Earth,
The fire, be meaningless

Once coming back home to
Your light,
Forever coming back home to
September's embers.

My love
Had to be a Neptunian—
Stars in her stare,
Salt in her wounds and
Soul so sickly sweet.

I have sunk deep enough
To think I could contain
An ocean
In the palms of my hands

I have drowned in dreams
Of your dazzling eyes
Lying upon
A rusty anchor.