you might have cursed the stars
for the stormy experiences you've had so far,
even blaming the constellations in your eyes
for the self made lies and inborn vice.
sometimes you wanted to be engulfed by darkness
because you're so disgusted with the light.
yet also to be blinded by the brightness
to watch the sun with all your might.
sometimes life and people are all the same
false hopes disguised as stars shooting
to keep some other sane
their wishes on the first place never existing—dead and unfading.
YOU ARE READING
intricate skies
Poetrysaltwater splattered on these blank pages while she still bleeds.
