Things that burn in space

They say nothing burns in space.
But I did.

I burned for the Sun who never turned back.
I waited like the Moon, always second to someone else.
I became the ring around Saturn-
perfect, dazzling, and slowly breaking.

I kept orbiting,
hoping that staying meant love.
That silence meant safety.
That gravity meant I belonged.

But love isn't always warm.
Sometimes it freezes.
Sometimes it blinds.
And sometimes, it makes you forget who you were
before the orbit began.

These are not just poems.
They are laments, lullabies, quiet screams-
written by stars who exploded,
moons who waited,
and rings who lost themselves trying to be beautiful.

Things That Burn in Space is a collection of cosmic heartbreaks-
soft, brutal, and honest.
For anyone who ever mistook gravity for love.