The bright and burning

When I look

at you,

There are stars

in my eyes.

Bright and burning,

a solar system

of anguish.

When you look at her,

they explode,

and burn tracks

down my cheeks,

leaving their marks

across my flesh.

How I wish,

you’d look at me,

and yearn,

for my touch.

Not hers.

There are stars

in my eyes,

and a

blackhole in my

heart.

 

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