I'm going to live
with your love within my
self

where you're every single moon beam
every agate that I found when we
were kids

I'm going to live
with you in my heart,
in my mind,
in my constant,
mascara-eyed
disrepair

I'm going to love you until
there's no supernova
left in existence
until the dust has
settled into a
ceaseless tar of
black has-beens
and wash-ups
and until
the edge of
a once-was beach
has finally
pushed away
the sea

You're a star and I'm going to love you
until the sun burns out and
then,
I'm going to relight,
re-live,
and my god,
I'm going to love you
again.

I heard from you
again
and
pretended like
it didn't sting,
that it didn't
burn the
open,
painful
wound

How bad does it
have to get
before
I start to heal
the injury
of knowing
you don't want me
and that
I'll always
be here wanting you,

It's not fair that I'm in love with you
and that
I'm tending to our
wounds.