My world is broken
In beautiful pieces,
Of which you are the best.

A booted foot on the neck of the Aztec
Changed the path of a hemisphere.
"Live long and prosper" rings hollow
If you're not on the winner's side...

I have become a single row of dots in your galaxy
eddying in whirlpools of violet blue infinity,
My desire lava-hot and blasted by the soundless wind
I form then part ceaselessly against the background
of one nebula after another,
Traveling for aeons
only to finally emerge,
A yearning comet
Shining and shimmering against your night sky...

she prays to
the fresh flowers

in the field
of dreams

asking them
for beauty

she wants to
grow into

something
desired
and admired

she wants to
be inhaled

and held tight
by someone

desperate for her love

feeling luxurious
like the

fresh flowers
in the field

of dreams

she always wanted to relinquish; but you were a tiny string she kept holding onto. never did she think she was enough for you; but you always made her feel so. she always cries herself to sleep; but you were right by her side.

she always says you deserve better; but you still think she is the best
—g.l