There are constellations in my fingertips,
Suns in my heart,
And supernovas in my mind.
There are black holes in my memory,
Worm holes in my soul,
And stars emerging from my mouth.
I used to be nothing more than star dust and light.
Now, I am fire and stone.
I have supernovas in my mind and Suns in my heart.
I am made of the same particles that made the universe.
You cannot break me.
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Drowning
PoetryBefore we start there are numerous trigger warnings for homophobia, depression, death suicidal thoughts, and mild implied eating disorder (its not very obvious at all but better safe than sorry.) But, even though in the beginning its filled with sor...
