What do you think he would do if
He saw me with blood on my
fingertips?
Do you think his heart would
pop,
lose it's touch with reality?
Do you think he would be scared?
Change forevermore?
I wonder what he would do if
He saw my eyes
lose color?
Would
His darken too?
Am I just being wishful?
What would
He think if
He saw
stars explode before
His brown, shining eyes?
Would
He love me forever
if I gave
Him the opportunity to
see a supernova in action?
Would
He hug me if I
placed a star in
His lovely palm?
Am I just being wishful?
Maybe
He would cry;
He is so very passionate about the unknown.
Sometimes I wish
He would bring me outside one night and teach me how to properly love the stars.
He has mastered the art
long ago.
I see galaxies in
His pupils;
His orbs suffocated with golden stars;
Laced with not-yet-wished-upon dots of light.
I always say to myself;
You love space as much as
He.
You watch them from your window until your waiting eyes are too heavy with wonder to stay open any longer.
You are just like
Him.
Your passion burns brighter than a raging fire on the hillside.
You love the stars.
But that is a lie.
I wish I could have stars in my eyes.
I wish
He would share some of
His stars
(His eyes must be so heavy with the light of so many galaxies filled with so many stars... How exhausting),
so
He could fill up starless eyes
like mine.
What if
He wrapped his arms around me?
Would my eyes soon
burst
at the seams with stars?
Would I get a piece of his
passion?
Would he share it with me
to nurture the flowers
that are growing in my lungs?
Am I just being wishful?
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PinPoint - A collection of short stories
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