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We shall roam amongst the stars you and I
Remember the days when you put the stars in my sky? How grand and in love we were, false idols were the roles we played. The lights of earth's cities seemed to mirror the gems in the murky galaxies.
We've fallen apart, as we have done, again. You tie the noose. I brandish the blade. We paint new omens- sadders ones, darker ones. 'Do not forget your loves, lest you meet our fates' our story might be retold, given this lesson as if to find meaning in our tragedy.
You tell your new lover you cannot live without me. I tell the moon I cannot live with you, but I tell the moon I cannot live in a world without you.
Tie your noose. Brandish my blade.
Finish out our starcrossed, revoulting love story the way Shakespeare might have intended. Let's spill our blood into the Milky Way and make our own sob story constellation.
I fear the stars but being reminded that the moon is still in the sky, pushing and pulling my movements, is comforting.
I could burn in the sun for his warmth or I could shiver in the moonlight for her beauty.
constellations are meaningless when attention is focused on the way the sun will rise and outshine them all
He burns steady, beautiful and bright like a star and compared to him I, strong, bright and destructive, am a house fire.
A letter to the stars-
Where do I belong? I do not belong amongst men, for humans are angry, dirty creatures- creatures that harm and hurt. But still not with you. You are light and good, nothing but purity who shine and bright our dark world. Somewhere between? I am not owed holiness nor am I debited to it. I am fearful and small and cold. I write and paint men’s atrocities and sky’s hope. Where do I belong? I hope home’s with you. I fear it’s with men.
Everything is so vast, endless galaxies to explore and ocean depths unknown, and it terrifies me in such a beautiful way.
