I want the moon.
It will reflect me
Back at myself
So I can see my faults
And shortcomings.
I want the sun.
It will illuminate
The shadowy corners
Of who I am,
And I will know myself.
I want the planets.
They will fill my mind
With things
Yet unknown
And I can become wise.
I want the stars.
They will fall into my soul,
Jewel-encrust me
With their light,
And shine in my eyes.
And you will have no choice
But to love me
Because I have the universe
Bleeding from my veins.
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PoetryAfter a break up, one of the best things I've done was get into something I wasn't interested in when we were together. It becomes something not touched by memories of the other person enjoying it with you. For me, it was reading and writing poetry...
