It is not unusual for stars
to love, cosmic attraction
pulling one to another.

In the beginning when the
earth exploded into being
the sun and moon were
born to govern it.

As natural opposites they
avoided one another
sparing no thought whilst
following their own
cosmic paths, solivagant.

Occasionally the moon would
watch the earth and saw how the sun
nourished and brought
joy to its people.

And in turn the sun noted
the moons protective
shade and pitch night
wherein many lovers
stole forbidden kisses.

As the stars courted they
saw each other wholly
for the sun while
nourishing can also be
scorching and deadly, and the moon though many took comfort in its
glow others took it as an
advantage for carrying
out cruel misgivings.

Finally they decided to
meet, a day was chosen
and for a moment they
were as one.

This did not last.

The people below
panicked at this sight
fearing for their lives their
fervent prayers reached
the heavens and so once
more they parted and took
their immortal stations, everlonging.

I see you in the quiet hours,

In dreams that speak of endless power.

A love unbound by time or place,

Written in stars, etched in grace.

We are meant to grow together,

Roots entwined, despite the weather.

Not torn apart by winds of doubt,

But nourished by the love we sprout.

This time apart has fanned the flame,

A fire that burns stronger, completely untamed.

Distance can’t dim what’s meant to be,

It only sharpens the pull of destiny.

I know the weight you carry inside,

The battles you face, the tears you hide.
Depression whispers lies in your ear,

Telling you love is something to fear.

You leave our connection, return to her;
Caught in a cycle of what feels safer.

But I know this is self-sabotage’s call,

Because what we have feels too strong, too raw.

The unknown is scary—I understand too,

For I’ve also feared what’s too good, too true.

Your choice to leave was meant to ignite
growth in us both; a guiding light.

We were meant to heal and grow apart,

So we could come back stronger in heart.

I see the work you’ve done to reflect,

To grow, to change, to self-correct.

Be proud of all the steps you’ve made,

For each one brings light to the path you’ve laid.

No one is perfect—I’ll never judge

Your thoughts, your choices, your hesitant nudge.

To me, you are perfect the way you are,

A soul aligned with mine; a guiding star.

All I want is to help you achieve
the fullest potential I know you’ll receive.

Divine timing whispers, "Wait, be still."
;
The universe aligns when we let go of will.
Each worry dissolves in the present’s embrace;
A sacred pause, a slower pace.

You are my mirror, reflecting truth;
A bond that deepens and uncovers youth.
Every moment apart, a lesson learned;

Every tear shed, a fire that burned.

I no longer beg the stars to align.

I trust the rhythm, the grand design.

Our paths converge when hearts are clear;
Love flows freely when freed from fear.

So I release the weight of the need to control.
I trust the universe to make us whole.

In divine timing, we will reunite;
Our souls forever drawn to the light.

For we are meant, I know it’s true;

To find each other, to start anew.

Hand in hand, through joy and strife;

Growing together, a soulmate life.

I heal so slowly without your touch,

Though I try not to need you so much.

You’re a forest fire; I’m just the spark,

Burning alone in this endless dark.

Each thought of you ignites the flame,

A warmth I crave, though it’s never the same.
Without your presence, I feel incomplete,

A flicker of hope where shadows meet.

I’ll admit it—I’m still codependent,

But you’re my balance, my transcendence.
Even when you close every door,

I only seem to want you more.

Your absence echoes through my chest,

A constant ache, a restless unrest.

You’re the gravity I can’t escape,

The unseen force that gives me shape.

I cut the rope; you fell from the tower,

But I still miss you in every hour.

Even now, as I think of you with her,

The thought of you alone makes my heart stir.

I let you go to find your way,

Believing love would bring you back someday.

But I’m locked in the memory, unable to flee,
Forever lost in the dream of what we could be.

You’re the choice I’d make a thousand times,
Even knowing you may never be mine.

I walk the edge of hope and despair,

Clinging to moments when you were there.
How do I move when you’re still my air,

A part of my soul I can’t help but bear?

You say nothing, but I can read your face—
A map of longing you can’t erase.

I see the words you’re too scared to speak,
Written in silence where our eyes meet.

Even as you walk a path I can’t follow,

Your heart’s compass points to love you swallow.

You’re not here, and it doesn’t feel right,

Like a song without rhythm, a starless night.
Say the words, and I’d be yours right now,
Even as she wears your love somehow.

Her touch may linger, but it’s not the same—
She holds the title, but I hold the flame.

I wonder if she sees the man I knew,

Or if the real you is hiding, too.

I dream of a love that time won’t destroy,

A bond beyond reason, untouched by the void.

I told you things I’ve told no one else,

Now they’re locked away on my own shelf.

If you called, I’d break every vow—
This fire burns quietly, but it burns for you now.

Each secret shared was a piece of my soul;
A fragile offering to help make you whole.
Though I’m silent, the embers remain,

A love unspoken, but never tamed.

He holds my gaze with trembling hands,
A man torn by tides, shifting sands.
He says he wants me—but I know the ache,
The ghost of her still in his wake.

Her name lingers like smoke in the air,
And now his ex—her shadow is there.
Whispered confessions, a flicker of doubt,
A heart that wanders, a love stretched out.

Yet I do not judge; how could I dare?
I see the storm he’s learned to wear.
A mind that battles, a heart that’s bruised,
A tangle of love and paths confused.

I see my soul reflected in his eyes,
A twin flame’s fire, where truth and shadow lie.
I know his hunger, the ache to feel whole,
The battles within, the wars of the soul.
I understand the need, the longing for love,
The self-sabotage, the push, the shove.
For his self-doubt mirrors my own scars—
Two hearts aligned, yet torn apart by stars.

I’m hopeful for us, yet I’ll tread with care;
His patterns linger, my heart’s aware.
Yet I won’t worry, I won’t let the anxious thoughts win.
I’ll trust the journey, let the healing begin.
For love is a path both fragile and strong,
And what’s truly meant for us won’t steer us wrong.

Yet I can’t help it; my chest now tightens as I dream of us:
Will his promises hold, or crumble like dust?
Will I be the anchor, or just another shore?
Will he seek solace where he’s been before?

Still, I’ll stay and never judge, for I know his pain—
The weight of loss, the ache of shame.
I understand the wounds, the scars unspoken,
Our fragile hearts, so easily broken.

I’ll let time flow, let it all unfold,
For fate has a way of taking hold.
What’s meant to be will find its way,
Through light or shadow, come what may.

For if he can choose me, leave the past behind,
I know we’ll find peace in love redefined.
But I’ll still tread lightly, for love is a thread,
And trust is a bridge I’ll build with my dread.

He stands where the shadows meet,
A choice that dances, bittersweet.
In his gaze, a world untold,
A flicker of warmth, a whisper of cold.

He’s the pull of tides, the hush of the moon,
A fleeting note in a haunting tune.
Caught between what could and can’t,
A lover’s dream, a life’s restraint.

I trace his words, like lines of fate,
In echoes of love, in shadows of hate.
His touch—a storm, both soft and fierce,
A balm for wounds he didn’t pierce.

Yet still, I stand on shifting ground,
In silence, where his name resounds.
He’s not just a soul, but a choice to be,
A mirror reflecting the depths of me.

Though fear lingers, I know what’s true—
A future bright, shaped by me and you.
We’re bound by threads no hand can sever,
Our love a promise: someday, forever.

But anxious thoughts begin to creep,
A fear that runs so dark, so deep.
What if one of us breaks apart,
And shatters this love before it can start?

Our inner children cry for care,
For love we’ve sought, but found so rare.
Yet fear looms large, and we both know,
The pain if this ends will scar and grow.

I see the weight he quietly bears,
The scars of hurt, the fragile air.
We’ve both been lost, unloved, unseen,
Yet in each other, we’ll finally be clean.

No ex could hold what we now hold,
No fleeting love, no story told.
We are the shelter, the sacred place,
The love that time could not erase.

With him, I know we’re meant to be,
Our paths by stars and fate decree.
In his heart, I’ve found my home,
With him, I’ll never feel alone.

So here I linger, heart in hand,
No longer caught between sea and land.
We are the love we searched to find,
Two broken hearts, now intertwined.

here i am
holding on
to relics of your love
after all
i was born
to be on my knees
in worship,
searching for salvation
devoting my life
to the scent
of your skin
the trace of your fingers
the memory
of your mouth on mine
and i know now
i would face
all nine levels of hell
just to hear
my name leave your lips
as feverant as prayer
once more.

another night passes
another moon
risen between us
yet when the night quiets
when the stars whisper
begging for secrets
i find myself
thinking of you
of days spent
basking in your light
crystaline eyes
pulling me under
of how the words left unsaid
will always linger
and i can't help but wonder
if i'll always be
drowning in your ghost.