downtown galaxy - my poetry

but darling,

there are stars dripping amongst the tears on your cheeks

and your hands are soft and warm and fit perfectly in mine

and the darkness in your room isn't pressing in, it's dimming from your shine

and your words aren't empty if they're not fast enough, they're full of slow, lazy meaning that roll over in gentle waves

and the shadows under your eyes are only there from the bright of your eyes

and your touch still drinks in the warm, the cool, the soft, the rough

and your shoulders may slump from the weight, but they're nowhere near broken

and the late nights aren't endless, they're your own little pockets of time and i promise, you won't run out of air

and you talk to the moon, but she's listening and everyone else loves you too and they're straining to hear

and you don't know it yet,

but home is waiting for you,

and there are sweaters

and fireplaces

and arms to warm you

and you'll be all right.