There’re constellations carved in my soul. (l want to burn)
If you're the sun, then,
I will become your moon.
So let me breathe in your air,
let me burn in your presence
and become the winds
that strengths your flames
and lets these
blazing flames dance across my skin,
and in my bones. (I want
to burn)
I want you close,
ear against your heart
as you hold me in the
light of the day,
the sun’s scorching heat
carving marks across my soul,
until the scars are visible.
I hate you,
yet, I love you.
If you're the sun, then,
I will become your moon.
So love me unconditionally,
and kiss these scars you made,
kiss these dried trails of tears, (I want
to burn.)
There're constellations carved in my soul,
connecting me to you,
the lines are wavering and jagged,
yet, undoubtedly,
it's forcing,
my heart to beat for you,
even if it is in pieces,
broken and battered and
even if the rhythm
is out of beat, and our hearts,
out of sync.
sometimes, we forget,
but, the sun
is a star too. (I want
to burn)
I hate you,
I love you.