to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy

cracked lips,
tired eyes,
staring deep into starry skies

You are the moon
Dark and lonely
and looking for a friend
And I am the star
sitting right behind you
Praying for you to turn around

you send your impostor jellyfish
out into the great abyss
a storm cloud in a sky of shifting blue
seemingly innocent from where you stand
but really
you have repaid a gift with a curse
and your curse is mistaken for a gift
because what else would one repay a gift with
than another in return?

From the ashes,
Of my life.
I rise,
I crawl, I fight.

My fingers ****** and raw.
Here I stand,
In the glory of my flaw.

I rise.
Always I will rise!

It’s hard to find
The richness
In life
When the richness
Is as fleeting
As life

sometimes I forget
where my body ends and
where your body begins
where the boundary lies and
sometimes I wonder
if the boundary even exists