She walked on planets and touched the stars.

Her imagination; a wild and cosmic ride.

I gravitated towards her like a wayward star being pulled into a massive black hole.

I couldn’t resist.

So I laid back on a small cloud and watched her dream a little dream.

The saying goes, “I love you to the moon and back”

But hey, why come back?

There doesn’t have to be an end

Because darling,

I love you forever

i wanted the moon

brilliant

bright

consuming the sky

but you were

the stars

fleeting

scattered

everywhere

and haven't we all

been in the back

of a car

counting stars

when we are

already created

from the stuff

space is made of

there was no moon out the night i met you

it was like it had been swallowed whole, hidden

underneath the night sky. and with it, everything

was swallowed in its darkness. no stars peeked out,

no streetlights flickered, there was nothing except

absolute oblivion. i was losing myself in that oblivion.

can i sit next to you?

it's lonely sitting by yourself.

but. then i saw you. and it was like the world lit up.

there were constellations in your eyes, supernovas

clinging to your cheeks. comets tangled up in the

strands of your hair. you were mesmerizing, as if

you were the one who had taken the night sky.

what's your name?

my name is selene.

i only saw you when the night sky was barren,

only saw your smile when everything around

was enshrouded in pitch black. but you were

always shining, always bright when everything

was dark. it was as if you came in my darkest times.

i'll come visit you.

so you won't be lonely anymore.

and i should've realized it then.

the reason why the moon and stars were swallowed

into oblivion the nights i saw you. the reason why

shooting stars shot across your irises. the reason why

it seemed like you stole the briliance of the night. i should've

realized that you and i were destined to be starcrossed.

do you know what that constellation is called?

it's called lyra.

only i realized it too late, and you were gone by then.

we were never meant to be. and i am left grasping for you

in my oblivion.

my name?

my name is sol.

Without Netflix

Social Media

Television

when all there was to do at night

was stare into a bonfire

humans looked up to the virgin sky

with anticipation

for entertainment

binging on stars

enjoying

from year to year

reruns

with the magical power

to keep us agape for hours.

Dazzeling black screens

that turn us on

ruling our lives.

There’s always something

about the moon

how it unravels the doubts

I live with in my mind

I’ve said I want you

with a closed mouth

and I’ve said love with you

makes sense

but it doesn’t

the stars in my sky

don’t align

at the sound of your name

you’ve distracted me from

the storms that sometimes haunt me

but loving you seems

as empty most days

as filling a cabinet with only air

and trying to convince myself

there are no empty spaces.

Empty spaces -{renata ferretti}

Anything

Under the moon afar

Anything

Under the twinkling stars

Anything

In a salad bar

Of opportunity

can be yours

in America

Until

Under the moon afar

Until

Under the twinkling stars

Until

You cross paths with the czar

Of opportunity's end:

A gunman

In America

specks

spectacles

oracles

horoscopes

telescoped

stellar

staid

suns

fusions

fiery storms

solar flares

solitary

central

sentinel

star-crossed

I often wonder

What is so special about the moon?

It is basically a ball a darkness

disguising itself as light

stealing from the sun

giving what doesnt belong to it

talk about the greatest lie of all time

iiOr shall I say the greatest thief of all time

it's the devil in disguise

But then

I guess better the devil you kknow than the angel you don't

Right?