when you smiled, stars were born and each time, i knew
that they would shine for you.

She hung on to the edge
afraid to fall
back into the same routine
of plucking petals
and mending broken things.

Her wings, a mess
feathers meshed with hate and lies
from past lovers that scrutinized
the way she drew the skies
with her silhouette
ensuring she would never find
the will to rise or ever fly.

Her wings.

I trudge along for what seems like an eternity.
With each step, I fall further into the pits of despair.
Pretty soon, I fear, anxiety will consume me and shatter whatever flicker of ambition is left.
Maybe I should just give up now and lay here in these woods until the vultures decide to make a meal of my remains.

I flew into the sun once and it was beautiful
he filled me with a warmth like I've never known before
so great was this warmth, I only wanted to draw closer

wherever he went, his light shone and lit up every crevice and place eventually freeing my heart from its dark tomb

I can say that I truly loved the sun and would dread each night he went away

you see, the sun was so captivating, he caught the eye of many and they, too, fell in love with the sun
he was aware of his beauty so he used it to his advantage
during the day, he'd stay, frolic and play until the dark would make herself known
this is when he'd leave to be with the one he loved, the one he couldn't live without

and so is the lesson I learned the hard way…
never fly too close to the sun for you will get burned

you honestly don’t even deserve the flicker of a thought, but here I am reminiscing of days we laughed nonstop.

‘You’re lucky...’
I told her
‘Why am I lucky?’
She asked

‘You’re lucky the stars are far out of reach...because if they weren’t, I’d bring one out of the nightsky
everynight...just for you...’