major
i want to weave stars into her hair
for those late nights when i am
awake and wanting to
lie beside her.
brighter than any constellation,
so blinding that i will look to
the sun afterwards and
my eyes will not burn.
[ a/n: hey look is that an emotion. ]
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mortals
Poetryi will shed myself of humanity and hold it within my aching chest, as if it will stop the burning. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
