Ephemeral

1.
i wake up and tear the sun
from the sky like this is a
grade school art project and i
am supposed to share something
worthy of myself-- i think

there is a black hole nestled
betwixt my lonely ribs,
devouring anything alive.

on days like these, my greatest weakness
is weakness and i am my own fatal flaw.
we live by mantras and my ears ring
‘i hate every piece of me’

(he put his head to my chest
and heard me dying;

call me beautiful now)

2.
we are the false ends of sunken
universes, we are pieces of
dead galaxies and you are
stardust,  god, you are

beautiful.

i believe that this is all just a dream
by someone with an imagination
bigger than the word “no,” that we
are pawns in a game not worth
remembering, but when i’m with you

i’m real.

i never took kindly to things
that required codependency,
the uncalloused portion
of my frostbitten heart

but god, you are
beautiful.