BlackholeWhen you left me,
nothing but stones
filled the skyand I was left
asking why.The stars became shadows
drenched in sparkling
darknessand you
made it all darker.
I remember
when we connected each staras moments connected
memoriesand memories connected
milestonesand milestones connected
us back to the stars.But I figured
constellations are mere
connections
of imaginary lines
traced by hopeful hearts.And when all hope
is lost,constellations are just
images we imagine
to prove that things
make up a wholethat things are complete
when they aren't.The whole are just holes.
The plot are just dots
scattered in the skystaring, asking why
why we look at them
when they're nothing
but reflections
of dead stars.
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Rainbow Bliss: An Anthology of LGBTQ+ Poetry & Stories
Poetry❝I wanted to kiss you, but you told me you don't like the taste of rainbows.❞