Words That Used to Twist My Tongue

There's A Fault in Our Stars (Based off of A Fault in Our Stars)

There is a fault in our stars.

A dimming in our constellation,

A distance growing between those

 Brilliant balls of fire.

I feel normal,

Though I am seen as a pity

As I drag oxygen around,

Bleeding through tubes that invade my nose.

Forced to show To the world

The wounds it has inflicted

Upon me.

I am sent to a cancer club.

I run into you.

We talk for a while,

For a survivor you seem

Rather happy.

Then you put a cigarette between your teeth,

 After I get angry you tell me

That the cigarette is not to light,

But to tell death you will not be so easily taken.

You take me to your house,

The building with inspirational quotes on it's walls,

And we trade books in your basement.

You text me every day about it, 

It seems it has broken you as much as it has me.

But I tell you

We cannot love

I will be ripped from your fingertips

My death will shake and shove

Your eyes shine with love anyway.

You use your dying wish to let us fly,

In Paris we land,

Excited to meet the author

Of what's clutched in my hand.

But he is rude,

And cold,

He is stubborn,

He does nothing but drink.

Though this does not stain the memory

Of your soft lips the moment they first met mine

You kissed me here,

And the room began to clap with joy.

The stain is that bench.

Where you held me and told me

That you were going to die,

And there wasn't anything that could save you.

We flew home,

And we practiced your funeral,

I told you I wasn't good at math,

But I loved the little infinity we had.

You died.

I did not read my speech at your funeral,

Rather my words came up on the spot

 As I laid a box of cigarettes

On the coffin soon to be buried.

You left me a letter,

Delivered by that awful author,

Why do your words

Effect me even in your death?

The dimming

Was you,

The distance was you,

Our constellation is now half faded.

There is a fault in our stars.