your eyes hold the stars
and your smile holds the moon
youre a galaxy
and i want to be an astronaut

Make sure she's tall but not taller than you.
Make sure he's opinionated but knows how to be quiet
Make sure she's invested in something, but not too much because thats just annoying.
She should be skinny but not boney
Curvy but not fat.
He should have a certain hair color but not dyed
Her Hair long but not frizzy
He's Kind but not passive
She's Smart but not smarter than you
Once high school began I realized that people are smallest between grades 9-12.
This is when you start letting other people crawl in the the gapping hole
Which is the negative space that used to be self confidence.
You stop being proud of your sailing bruises because people say that they look ugly on your legs
You stop dying your hair because people say they like natural
You start to nod at the ignorant things that enter your ears
And start to ask others if you have the right to be angry.
Taking up space begins to be a challenged you have to concentrate on
Because the galaxies that you were apart of before
Start to shrink to just a single planet.
Stop saying that you don’t, care when you do
And stop changing yourself for anyone other than your own two eyes
Stop accepting words that prove that they know you
And start asking people to talk to you like they love you.
Take in the people that love you because of your sneeze
And because that you take pride in your scars.
That will still want to play with your hair if its short and blue
Take the people that love you for things you can’t change.
Teach people that the difference between love and lust is friendship
That just because you call them your best friend doesn't mean you’ve friend zoned them.
That just because they can regurgitate facts about you, doesn't mean they care about you.
Dye your hair green
Cry because you succumbed to their wishes of straight hair and skimpy clothes
Leave them because they encouraged you to.
Deny the next persons demands
Take up space and don’t apologize for it.

Things will be different.
No one will lose their sight,
their hearing, their gallbladder.
It will all be Cat-skills with brand-
new wraparound verandas.
The idea of ****** will not
have vibrated yet
While back here,
they are still cleaning out packets of wrinkled Argentina.
But in the next galaxy,
certain planets will have true
blue skies and drinking water

Sing me a lullaby
Put these thoughts to rest
With the best high
The warmth in your chest
I knew you before
But not like this
Did I open a new door?
What did I miss?

I've seen another galaxy
It's just for you and me

It could not have happened
If this were another day
Wouldn't, couldn't, but did
Work out this strange way
It was perfect, you see

Led down the same path
We stumbled blindly into each other
Our galaxy was born, alas
Calm, crazy, hot and happy
How could just one night
Make me feel so right?
Ah, tread swiftly, softly
For our galaxy is just that:
Ours.
And they will not understand
They will pull back their hands
And curl them into fists
Or damage their wrists

We are their light
They are our shadows
Crouching tiger, hidden dragon
We lie awake til’ our sun shines on

The curtain will draw once more
Never to be closed again
And sun will pour over our bodies
Like an orange being squeezed
Fresh from the trees
It will weaken our knees

It will engulf us instantaneously
And we will be swallowed
By the humbled body of serenity
Left lounging on cloud mounds
Left with each others'
Complementary company

the moon keeps
all my darkest
secrets in its
craters;

yet the stars
tend to gossip
among each
other,

each trying
to discover
something
new

about me.

the black
holes keep
trying to
**** me in;

the unknown
and the curious
lay beyond
that opening,

calling my name.

the milky way
holds all my
wildest dreams;

and the planets
help to protect
my sanity,

each keeping
my spirits high
and lifted up

from the ground.

I dive into a galaxy
of magnetic chaos
and float along
radioactive, purple, clouded skies
absorbed into the atmosphere
I begin to come alive

I spiral atop a mountain of stars
let my fingers roll along the currents and ripple out
oceanic outer-space
i no longer have a doubt

My mind expands into a stormy sea
as worlds collide and turn to dust
a million years have come to pass
yet I haven't learned to trust...
zero gravity, or my proximity;
to what is real.
Staring straight ahead now,
face to face with...
this infinite turning wheel

I reach out and touch the fallen ash
of ever-changing times
a wounded winged angel
can finally start to fly

There are so many things
we do not perceive, but the
knowledge of this blooms
in my heart with fresh
water veins