you are not
filled with stardust
or outerspace
you're filled with blood
and it's spilling out onto
the floor
your insides are spilling out
onto
the floor
your first kiss and the time you
made your mother smile so hard
she cried and your 6th birthday
when you got every present you
wanted is dripping down
your arms and you're coughing
up and spitting out every
memory that ever made you
laugh so hard you couldn't
breathe
and the time you held hands with
the boy you loved more than anything
in the world
and its all melting into the tiles in your bathtub
those are not stars rushing out of your
skin
it's you
and everything you are
the way you
make me feel is something I can't exactly describe,
it's not easy. I feel like a different person when I'm
around you, I can laugh and be myself and not care about
anything else. But I know that this feeling is temporary and
later I will sit alone and think about you and think about
everything we could be
And I wonder if you think about me
too.