can i get drunk on stars?
can they paint my body and shine through my freckles
ethereal constellations upon human skin
dancing, bathing in the moonlight, jealous little kids wishing to dance so gracefully and effortlessly
wonder how to make themselves look as if they are the moon themselves
pushing and pulling with the tide
flowing and ebbing with every pulse beneath their pale skin
veins drug out like galaxies strung across the midnight sky
maybe we could've made it.
maybe in another life, we were happy
and spent our days in golden light of sunday morning sun
woke up excited for school with a head full of sunflowers and daisies
dreams of yesterday dancing in our cotton-candy-filled heads
maybe
in another life
maybe in another life
we could've been gifted
with the happy ending we deserved.
but no, not in this one.
never
never in this one
-if i could show you
