imagine your body to be the night
and your blood, the stars
your being is the sky
and you contain your God.
imagine that once in a while
a star falls
maybe a big one
or a small one.
the star that fell from him
was detrimental
yet insignificant
that is the merit in his stars
the star that fell from me
was cancerous
and that
is the fault in my stars.
so while he's happy
wherever he is
i'm not
and that's the fault in our stars.
YOU ARE READING
{2} never alone.
Poetry"...we're hopelessly complicated and beautifully entwined, maybe we're ignorantly emancipated and selfishly try to prove it wrong..." lowercase intended.
