Cosmic

Through love

past it, but not over it

bring pictures to torture me with,

sounds and smells to torch everything ablaze,

I'm starting to look more and more like yesterday,

turns out

I was always sad.

A dagger

and a stagger

aren't enough to make the path stray or make me stay,

and going is never like the suns ray's, even though,

you said we were star stuff

and I believed you

turns out

the black hole at the center of the galaxy,

is today.