Fractured Lines
Consider hands:
capable of stealing,
and capable of healing.
I wanna know the things
which you leave you clean.
I ask that you consider
more than what was lost.
For supernovas,
or various constellations,
the lesson of acceptance
is one easily learned.
Night becomes day,
and I wanna ask
if you are going to stay.
My stiff determination
for personal space
only seeks to isolate.
Haunted in the starlight,
waking in the moonlight,
walk among the streetlights,
learning once again to breathe right.
Attempts to take up space
end in apologies.
I see the static
amid each distant eye.
You absorb its words.
Darling, if it has spoken,
what have you heard?
Your words, if about me, will eat me.
Your words, if not about me, consume me.
sunrise
StableDiffusion
bonfire friends
StableDiffusion
sadness
StableDiffusion
purple skies
StableDiffusion
