A burning flame with flare,
and most of the time too bright
for me to sit and stare,
even if I use all my might.

They say I glow,
but I can't help notice the dull
so instead I look low,
always empty, never full.

But every so I yearn to see,
someone who loves me for me.

Even when it's dark and hard to find,
if anyone would be ever so kind
to look up when I look low,
when I'm half empty, and half full.

Everyone loves the brightest stars,
and stares when I'm near one, fun.
but everytime I go far,
it's like I'm a forgotten son, sun.

Into the expanse of thoughts of you.
Endless moments of smiles and virtues.
Constellations inside of your eyes.
Moments of forever written in the sky.

I touch you in a place
most look past,
a place within reach.

It is within this place
I feel most alive.

The space between hearts,
the space between fingers,
interlocked, soft and slow.

No one really pays attention
to the space mid-heartbeat
only the beginning and the end
of palpation.

But here, I taste the air
and come to life.

It’s not heavy.
In fact, I am weightless.

But I feel it
in the hopes that you reciprocate.

No different than the space
between minutes,
simply ticking.

The world is not ours,
but that isn't a reason to be afraid.

When I think about you,
I visit this place,
not afraid to knock on your ribs,
with every intention
to exist closer to your heart

The stars aren’t so innocent;
Those surrounded in the twilight's dark
But when they all die off,
Who really witnesses their final spark?

They live in harmony, though with death –
As I stare at them following their emptiness;
If I must fall out of place, I’ll embrace that fate
Like a shooting star, taking the task with gladness;
Neither entering nor departing, a dark breath,
That quietly escapes out of my collapsed chest.

While my skin dissolves into dirt –
The very cradle of humanity’s birth;
My wet tears will burn scars upon my cheeks –
Never truly separated from things; but also,
never attaining the true meaning of peace.

                                      I’m all but a piece.

Above the horizon
A canopy      
          So dark
Words cannot separate

Even when in
      Negative image

The single full stop
                              Of a moon
             Gives nothing away

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go and catch a shhhh                           star. . . . . .