最後

Seven hundred specks of star dust in your eyes and you don’t even blink. It sickens me because to this day,  I can map out the stars resting on your entangled lashes to point precision. From the infinitesimal cosmos to the doors of every multiverse, your liquid irises reflect the silvers of every subtle shift. Every subtle shift before you breathe in finality and meet my eyes, each time for the last. I refuse to believe it’s the gravitational pull of anything as mortal as you and it’s baffling because you’re nothing but a fragile impression with a brave front. I don’t particularly find it convenient that your outlook has been gradually transitioning into bursts of super flares and blinding light. Yet, I am stuck here, between the threshold of your soul and anguish. Forgive me for being so selfless but I think it is time to change that.

Let me be a sputtering tendril of a lunar eclipse, corona brief yet magnificent. Let my small sorrows be but a reminder that you need to cherish every tomorrow, where the center of the universe burns into genesis. Let my little fascination sear into anything but a morose token of yesterday. You are blessed with the melodies of the universe and if you keep your ears shut, maybe the crescendos of my existence will befall your conscience and from there, you will move past.

And remember, love, you don’t deserve to see daisies wither.

{In remorse and reminiscence}

-Yours

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I am sorry, I don't know why these things happen or why I write them down.