I used to gaze at the stars,
scattered across crystal dark mountain skies.
I used to wonder.
The wounds metastasized,
into inescapable mirrors.
I can’t tell who I am anymore.
So I try to capture stars,
like fireflies,
on a childhood summer night.
You left without a sound,floating, snout down, in the pool.You weren’t in your eyes anymore,all I found in them was me. Sliced my eyes with memories,so I didn’t see you slip underneath,alone,looking for me. I miss the excitement in your eyes,whenever they found me.They always did, for seventeen years,until one quiet afternoon,when mine didn’t find…
I cried in her lap,her untamed blonde hair dangling in my face.I cried about a girl back home,a girl who didn’t want me,as she gently wiped my tears. I never looked up,never noticed her gaze.Not even when she said goodbye that night,watched me crumble blindly away. I remember her gaze years later,though,in the shadow of…