I asked the stars about you and they refused to tell me your name, a wandering only weathering skin in run on fragments. I promise you that I try not to be a void at all times. how empty of me to be so full of you. you know the taste of fog and sing of the sun. you cut thorns out of people’s rib cages to make sure they are able to smell the flowers. tomorrow would write about you if it were here. But if you ever find yourself lost and alone in the dark, just remember there will always be a spot for you in my heart.
you love me loud enough to silence all the voices in my head.


