one shot won't
fill it but maybe five or six
one pill won't do it
but maybe eight or nine
one night didn't fix it
but maybe twelve

the space is growing bigger
with each person that leaves
perhaps i'll double the dose
to double my chance
at being w h o l e
again

six shots didn't work
so maybe ten or twelve
nine pills didn't do it
so maybe sixteen or seventeen
twelve nights didn't fix it
so maybe thirty

i never intended
to take apart
all the pieces
you glued back
together

i hope i make you
feel the same way
as when you're exploring
an abandoned building at night.
i want you
to feel nervous and
exhilarated all
at once.

you were never a universe
you didn't hold planets or galaxies
or stars within you.
instead, you were full of passion and wonder.
instead, you had warm hands and a smile that made my heart race.
instead, you were simply you.

once upon a time
the universe ached for you
it longed for your soul to be formed
so in response
the oceans and stars collided

and when the waves settled
and the stars aligned
you were created
molded from the salt of the seas
and the stardust from the sky

if i am the artist
you are a collage
of all the things
i love the most

for all the nights
of which
you come to me
covered in blue
i promise to be there
to paint you
the same color as
the sun