The fringe of my heart keeps pulling me into that blackhole, a destination I always avoid, that has your gravity echoing, ringing through my hammered bones. The bones that mistook your thorns as flowers until they grow into a garden of shattered glass. You sewed my heart to my limbs, that now I can't take control of them and I just want to be somebody you can use. You see, my eyes keep beholding your moon, that bleeds darkness instead of light. My hands clutch into your skin while you pluck my feathers I voluntarily offer. I let my wings go barren so I can collect rays of sunshine from the ground and water them to you. Because I know you are made of light, my dear. Your light that pulls me constantly into the dark constellation specially strung up for me from the broken truth. It lights the flickering fire you left on my lips and heart. The flame spreads inside out, my whole body was just another house on fire no firefighters dare to step into. Traces of heat you finger painted along my cracking skin are worthy of the moon's applause, because despite the stains you left, my heart still beats innocence for you. I hang the moon over my head, begging it to slit open my chest that does not stop waving for help. Begging it to witness my silly heart humming all the "I love you's" until I stop saying sorry to myself. . #moonbeholder #streetart #littletokyo #katieyamasaki #poetry #poems #poem (at Little Tokyo Japanese Village)














