HOW WILL WE REACH

,

i cry cosmic whales tinted with indigo 

watching each of them dropping up into oceans of space time

free

i write down all the reasons to (not) love you

1.  you are a rogue planet looking for a blue star to swallow you up with gravity and death / (how tragic for i am shades of neon aureolin)

2. you didn't want love; you wanted to stop dying and finally tear at the seams because your lonely life was nothing but torture / (how tragic for i wanted you to be alive)

3. you just wanted to drown in the scar in the sky, lined with milky stars reaching for the edge of the milky way / (how tragic for i tied you to lifestrings and pulled you to the shore)

but oh, even so i dream of us sometimes, a binary system 

making each other alive

and i know we're over but i still cling to the hope of your return so that's why i'll leave our story on a comma,