here's a poem i wrote over a year ago:) i added some bits and pieces but it's otherwise very dusty and untouched from the notes app ahaha<3<3
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                              i want
                              to feel the lightheaded rush
                              of warmth
                              and belonging
                              that comes with being
                              wanted
                              and sought out
                              like a constellation 
                              that's faded
                              against the silky folds
                              of the night,
                              only now
                              being 
                              traced and touched—
                              remembered.
                              brought back to life
                              by a 
                              flickering of
                              hope
                              or by something more
                              tangible 
                              like a hand
                              that has wove between the
                              curling swaths of darkness 
                              that sever the connection
                              of my stars
                              —the ruination 
                              of my constellation—
                              and has strung my scattered
                              celestial 
                              fragments
                              together
                              with golden thread,
                              a sparkling gaze,
                              a scorching hand,
                              setting my weary 
                              constellation 
                              alight
                              before i drive myself
                              into the darkness
                              that calls to me
                              with shadowy arms,
                              before i leave this
                              life of mine behind
                              quietly
                              with only a semblance
                              of a spark
                              that's weaker than sunlight,
                              stronger than starlight—
                              before i'm gone
                              
                              love,
                              mari
                                      
                                          
                                   
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