a star that falls in love is in the most dire situation,

because they must sacrifice their existence to meet with another,

for when two stars come in the closest proximity as possible,

their ultimate fate is to collide and to explode into the darkness of the galaxies.

o.c.

She was beautiful in the destroying an entire city but illuminating the entire sky kind of way.

Your once hot-chocolate eyes are now
A cold vortex
Surrounded by ashen skin and
The moon's craters.

Your fragile heart skips another beat
Your breaths are limited
I can no longer be the anchor
of your dying soul.

I study your face, full of
sadness and beauty
Well worn wrinkles
Dimples deep enough
to catch raindrops
Eyelashes, a cradle for snowflakes.

Soft tufts of faded sun-kissed curls lie limply across your forehead.

Your arid lips part as you
draw in a shaky breath.
Like quicksand you slip through
Split seconds.

Do not fear my love,
Do not fight...

It's time to let go,
but tonight,
you will not need your wings to fly.

And it kills me
to know
that you would much rather
open a bottle
of raspberry *****
than open up yourself
to me.

You keep swearing
That the world is false

But if you are honest
And so am I
How can it
All be a lie?

For a short, and glorious time
  The world was yours
     The world was mine
Until we started drawing lines
beyond what we could define.
Waiting for stars to align
in hopes to see some kind of sign.

The only reason I'm alive today.
Is because I fear the afterlife.
Not because it's real.
Not because the prospect of eternal damnation is troublesome.
Not because I disbelieve in eternal bliss either.
But, because what I desire most is nothingness.
Absolute oblivion
No more sensations.
No more lessons.
No more personal perception.
And no one, nothing, can promise this to me.
Atheism is still a belief in this fashion.
Nihilism is vain grasping at disconnectivity
And I am vain in this longing.
That my pain is more unique than anyone else's.
That to share it would only separate me further.
From all of you.
Even that wording is egocentric.
How many of us have built these fortresses around us?
pointed fingers at the mirrors of the world and cried:
OTHERS!