Sunrises can't compare to,

The happiness on my mother's face,

Her endearing ways remind me

Of stars in the night sky.

If I could then I would

Spell her name with the stars,

Maybe the rush of joy I feel,

Is how it feels to fall like the stars.

Falling like the stars

How could I resist

To follow your heart gladly

Not a moment’s thought to what I would miss

I leaped without looking

Lost in your French kiss

She was falling like the stars

Through night skies

And watered eyes

She plunged within the darkness.

You see her for a moment

With a broken heart

And a fresh start

On a planet far away.

But she passes for a moment

Too quick to hold

Bright and bold

Plummeting through the Earth.

Yet you can only see the stars

When they're in the dark

Leaving a searing mark

Just a moment way too late.

You will never be bound to me

Like a ball and chain.

(forever attached by circumstances)

I have too much fire in my veins that do not

coexist with your beautiful contradictions.

(that is okay, love).

Because we are two falling stars

colliding in the dead of an

Autumn night

Taking moments to heal parts of each other

We could not reach on our own.

(there are no regrets here).

When we look back on this

It will be one of the most exquisite

Autumn goodbye’s

We will ever experience in this lifetime.

(we will meet again).

I’m sorry, darling.

I know it hurts.

Gods are not meant to take human forms

and as we lie here,

gazing up at a sky we once ruled

I can no longer remember the taste of ambrosia sliding down my throat.

A star screams over our heads and you smile,

murmuring something about wishes

I close my eyes

and allow myself to believe

that we are not falling like the stars above

but when I open them again

we still have all too much in common with the dying cosmos-

something extraordinary

left to burn away in Earth’s atmosphere

until not even the ashes remain.

We both know this place will kill us

and yet, we stay.

Even now, as I meet your eyes,

I can feel this unnatural heart fluttering in my chest.

humans are so fragile,

and as I cradle your face between my palms

I am afraid.

Afraid one day I will tear you apart.

But for now,

as our lips brush in the darkness,

we stay.

she piqued my interest as she walked,

tightly coiled hair, defined black curls.

i peeked through the blinds to see more clearly,

rich dark skin, smoother than fine silk.

she piqued my interest as she cried,

clear pearls rolling, leaving trails glimmering.

i peeked through the blinds to see more clealy,

tightly held fists, tighter brows furrowed.

she piqued my interest as she screamed,

brown soft lips, white harsh words.

i peeked through the blinds to see more clearly,

gentle pastel clothes, wild edges unlaid.

she reminds me of the girl i saw on tv,

who faced accusations, discrimination, lack of recognition.

her career peaked when she was hated the most,

how ironic.

no, wait.

her career peak is actually now!

as she is falling,

falling from the edges.

falling like the stars,

in the sky in the tv in the rain.

You’re falling. Falling like the stars when no one is watching. You flicker. In and out of reality, fading fast as you black out from the height. The sunset watches your decent, mind reeling from the gravity of time. You’ve never felt so hopeless. It burns you up until you’re gone. You’ve been trying to hold on; to the feeling of wonder you’ve felt so many times. Of the glittery stars that light up the night, it must be nice to always shine so bright. The morning moon lets you dry your tears; incoming sorrow can seem so limitless sometimes. You let go of the pain that fades away with the night. A new day approaches. A new chance to fight.

"James, what's wrong? You've been acting strange lately. Is everything alright?"

"Yes, I mean no. I don't know. I'm falling," I huffed.

"What do you mean?" She asked looking at me with those caring eyes of hers, looking genuinely worried.

"I'm falling like your stupid stars!"

"Stars are not stupid, they're-"

"For you."

"What?"

"I'm falling for you, like your stupid stars. They fall way too fast with no hope of anyone catching them and that's exactly how I feel. It's like I don't even have time to realise just how much I'm falling for you. It's all way too fast, way too real and way too scary all at the same time.Yet it's the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. I'm falling like the stars..."

" Falling in love," she finished for me.

"Yeah," I breathed. She sat on the grass next to me and started looking at the star filled sky. I watched her until she looked at me and smiled. I sat next to her and looked at the stars too.

"Remember when I told you there's nothing I love more than staring at the stars?"

"Yeah."

"I lied," she said in a whisper. I looked at her waiting for her to continue. "I love you James Kingsley, more than all the stars in the sky."

I stared at her as my brain tried to process exactly what she said and what she meant. She smiled and held out her hand. I took it and I never let go.

They gave us all roses and told us to wear floral dresses because you

loved

flowers?

That's a weird thing to remember about someone.

Who doesn't like flowers?

I made a pie the other day. I put the butter in the freezer first and my mother said "why would you do that?" but it's how you

taught

baking.

What a weird thing to question about someone.

Who doesn't freeze their pie butter?

We packed my belongings. Among them I found a rose, dried, labeled

"Gwen's funeral, 2019"

and I spun it carefully across my palm before holding it up--

to my nose.

Such a weird thing to do for someone.

Expect to still smell them in their own funeral rose,

a rose they never touched

a rose they never chose.

A rose that their grandchildren carried--

I'm holding on, but my fingers are slipping--

to put in an urn

--you're slipping, Grandma--

because yes, she loved flowers.

Not music or magazines or God or telling naughty jokes with an impish smile.

So our lasting tribute,

just like every other dead person,

is...this drugstore rose.

You like space, and I like the stars. So I thought for some second, maybe I can be a special star in your Space. That was a pleasing thought shining like a beautiful dream. But, there was no chance for such a dream. You know it, and I know it, but you keep trying to fly to reach the star. You are strong-willed, but because of this, I am falling like a star. I am falling to the unknown. Will I become your shooting star, or will I just fall to the deep ocean without any sign?

I think the answer is in the sky. So I will just close my eyes and fall like the stars.