and he was a champion,
basking in the light of
a king and his victories///
lost between two walls of glass
and
an ocean full of something he
(just)
can't
quite
remember
.
.
.
a spaceship his battleground,
but also his home--
with mornings
consisting of no dawn, no
neighborhood and no blood
shared
between two//
locked up--
with a window full of sky,
and many roads
diverging,
And he cries,
looking at the stars, not knowing
that
the stars cry for him, too.
for my fake boyfriend lmaooooooooo
