the crystalline touch of your fingers, riding tiredly over my swollen collar bones. i loved how the faded moonlight grazed your vision, and the way the lights lit up your sadistic eyes.
you said, "baby, the stars only shine when you want them to." i think that was the first thing we said to each other that we meant. so we watched the falling skies from the roof of my decaying treehouse.
when you left, i didnt think i wanted the stars to shine anymore. i reached my calloused hand into the sky and grabbed every planet and star i could see, and shoved them into a garbage bag labeled, "fragile" and tossed them into the abyss of forgettable things.
you only shine when you want to.
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