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It’s a terrible thing to be abandoned by the stars.
Left mercilessly under blankets of dark sky
But there you were, unveiling them one by one
Begging with eager fingertips to trace constellations on skin
It was colder and we huddled closer,
This time, comfortable with the rise and fall of lungs.
Still then perched beyond us spilling twisting torments and
You gripped my hand with stars in your eyes.
I was reminded of snow and balconies as we lay
Fused in one another
My tainted heart grew heavy as star studded velvet suffocated me
Then all at once.
Your always too present ribs fell under me as I
Into unending depths
Sand and stars always seemed to complement one another’s
You wrestled with waves
And I rose
To nonsense withering in dead gardens lost lovers had nurtured under starless skies.
The city skyline always seemed dim pressed against a sheet of stars.
You were love and I was