maybe we're like satellites,
ever turning celestial bodies
stuck in each other's orbits but fated never to touch,
For fear or fate of destruction.
To crash into you would be holy
if I didn't know it would kill me completely.
Like this I love you so well-
like love to the shapes of ships on the horizon
like love to the furthest star,
love like a mourner.
We can only ever face each other halfway,
so the sun hits our faces
(Sometimes I feel like I'm burning up from the inside,
Can feel the skin sloughing off my bones like sunburn,
Trapped like an animal in my own pale form,
I don't know how to make it better, half dead already I'm sure)
I'm less a puzzle than a raw nerve,
no configuration of my cathedral window pieces that could make me not sharp edged and fragile.
Less a labyrinth than a hallway full of padlocks and dead ends.
It's a selfish, lonely desire that bears its teeth in my chest.
(Can't want to part with it, it knows me better than anyone,)
I'm sorry to have cut your tender hands on its edge.
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june
Stuck in each others orbits you’re a genius
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thank you very much! im glad it resonated with you :)
by not about human tragedy; ; Report
NonAlex
August 12 2036
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