i lost myself in the constellations.
somewhere between the whispers of your name and the sun.
i cling to the stars in hopes to live amongst them
but i fear i’ll choke
on the lack of air in my lungs.
i surround myself in supernovas
in a last-ditch effort to feel something
from the hands of untouched galaxies.
bitten fingertips trace lines into the unknown sky
and i struggle to make sense of my own bones.
you’ll find me in the space between
the scripture i left on tear-stained pages,
as i wait for the sun to meet the moon
in all her fiery glory.
the courage of stars has never felt so pure
as it did when the whispers of you finally flicker to dust
and the constellations that created me
weep as i burst into flames so bright
the stars welcome me home.