[of dreams and galaxies]

[ Alone]

You told me I look like a lonely flower
   /in a cold winter night/
With a grace so beautiful
/it makes you want to wrap me up in the soft murmur of your gentle smiles /
And I wanted to whisper into your ears
/softly /
That no, I look like the star / the one that barely shines / barely there / glittered shadows
  And i wanted to say, that I look like the glory
   of a sad poet / trying to write poetry /
But instead / is writing heartbreak /
that I look like the dispersed sky / the clouds are barely there / puff of smokes/ or maybe hidden dreams / hidden dreams /or shadows /what's the difference / both look like darkness to me/
that I look like how I see myself in the mirror / in your eyes / beautifully broken/ a tragedy,

But all I said was / maybe the flower loved the cold so much it preferred being alone with it /
     Isn't
         It
            Beautiful
                                      a tragedy indeed
                                                                      Loneliness isn't always lonely
/ not much of a tragedy. Now is it/