to end this book, i've written a poem to go with the one that first started this collection (because i love all that "full circle" shit). the first poem's titled starless nights, and you can find it at the beginning. but i'll attach it here. 
                              the first one went like this:
                              I remember
                                        how your hands
                                                   could write words,
                                  but your lips
                                         had the courage
                                 to set them free
                                            in blurted whispers,
                                                         piercing the starless night
                               with stars of your own—
                                                            stars made of 
                                         the kind of fiery regret
                                                        that burns down 
                              in your chest
                                      until you 
                                              set it
                                                      loose
                                   to shoot across the sky
                                                                      in flames—
                                                     a shooting star borne from 
                                                                       the suffocating fire inside
                              
                              (^ the format is extra and i know it)
                              and here's the poem to go with it? continue it? end it? 
                              i remember 
                              how the fire
                              rising in your lungs
                              would never stop
                              burning,
                              no matter how many times
                              you breathed it into stars
                              or spilled the molten words out
                              into my scarred hands
                              until the night
                              was suffocated with your smoke,
                              thin wisps of silver
                              curling around the moon
                              with her cold craters
                              aglow with fear—
                              even the cloaking darkness
                              draping around us
                              in swaths of velvet
                              was afraid
                              of the bottomless abyss
                              you held in your ribcage—
                              where did your heart go?
                              
                              i remember how 
                              on a night brimming with stars,
                              after you've taken all the
                              words in the world
                              and kissed them into the earth
                              where we stand,
                              you let out the fire
                              that has climbed up
                              your throat,
                              spitting out
                              the one regret
                              that has refused to
                              shoot across the sky—
                              "you took my heart
                              and breathed
                              golden flames
                              into its chambers,
                              burning every
                              vessel and vein
                              with words 
                              that taste like honey
                              and hurt like hell–
                              i burned, darling.
                              let the wind 
                              carry my ashes 
                              to the sky.
                              don't keep me here
                              to char in the embers
                              of what we had.
                              you loved me
                              too fiercely,
                              and i regret
                              ever dancing in the flames."
                              
                              so that's it. the last depressing, fictional poem. 
                              i hope you enjoyed this collection. 
                              i'd also like to thank everyone for being so nice and sweet. all the love and support for this book mean so so much to me <3
                              if you want to read way better poetry than this, you should check out these poets. their works are so amazing: scarlettlantsov, lifebytheseashore, mallgoth, daisyywrites, SumBlueSunshine, etc. 
                              ^ just some poets who write the incredible poetry/prose i've been reading lately these past few weeks. i might've missed some.
                              anyways, have a lovely day/night :) new collection up soon. hopefully with a theme. maybe not. who knows anymore. 
                              love,
                              mari
                              
                              
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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