I am covered in the dust of a thousand stars

a celestial body turns

my screams into songs,

and still you call me

weak.

I was

when you choked me with the

hands you promised would be

gentle.

I was

when you held me by the wrists and

stole my tears with your lips.

I was

when my body was left broken

on the scorched sand

of this dying world

and you were there,

licking the blood from your own fists.

I was,

until

a star falls to earth

and I catch him with a

prayer in my outstretched

fingers.

he takes me to a church built

on the ruins of an angel

and weeps.

I watch him collapse

in front of me

and learn how to wipe away

my own tears.

I was weak,

but then I reached out my hand

and gave the star something you

never offered.

I was weak,

but then the star pressed close and

whispered something you could

never say.

I was weak,

but then the star taught me

how to breathe with

my own lungs,

and I became a hurricane.

now, I play a game of

hide and seek in the wings

of my star

and smile

when he pulls me close and

kisses the stardust from the fingers

that brought him home.

Author's Note

I'm pretty new at this poetry thing, which means that there will probably be a lot of mistakes. Thank you for reading this and for your patience! I hope to improve the more I write.

Reviews

[Mehameha]

This is really good. I love the "I was" then the shift to "I was weak." This could be used in a production. Keep writing. You are quickly becoming one of my favorites.

[Larry John]

All of your reviews have really brightened my day and made me so happy, thank you!!

[PenguinEmpiress]

I love it!!!! it's so great and deep.... so beautiful i love the way you wrote!!

[Larry John]

thank you so much!