I want to write the world’s most beautiful poem
To be beautiful is to be broken
I want my words to be broken open for everyone to see
To be felt in the dark, where happiness is uncommon
I want the world to see
That I have the night sky between my lips and the stars in my eyes
I want someone to feel my words and know me, know who I am
And maybe find something useful through my 3am thoughts

I want to write something beautiful
Something that takes up the space in between heartbeats
Something with desire
Words that don’t thrive in veins but encloses around bones
I want my words to be felt not read

We might fall out of love
Before we can start over again
Just wait a little longer for me
To come home

Please hold on until you can look at me and only see my eyes
Hold on until there is nothing left
Squeeze my heart tightly though it will hurt me
Don’t let us fall apart
Talk to me about anything at 3am
Don’t let silence win

It is there, we learn how grotesque a colour blue is

At night,
I would disappear
As the sky wept
And the moon hid its
bright surface
Darkening my eyes

If this were a movie
The sky would be painted grey
I'd run outside, my bare feet splashing rainwater
I'd chase her, screaming for her to stop
I'd pull her into my arms
Tell her I'm sorry, my tears mixing with rainwater
We'd hug in the downpour
She would love me again
But this was no movie
And she is gone