These are the nights
when I blur the line between
past
and
present.
I wonder how much you can take from me before I become completely empty.
Tell me, how am I supposed to forget you when even the
s
t

a

r

s
spell out your name in the unending
night sky?
Someone once told me that humans are made of stardust.
But I think I'm made up of you
I breathe you in with every breath I take.
You have settled into the hollows of my creaking bones and the ridges between
my fragile ribs.
One move and you can shatter me into a million pieces
(that is, if there
is still anything
left of me
to
break).