Our tears are tending to the stars.
With every tear, we blink.
A fractured crystal flowers its ink.
Opens its bottomless reservoirs,
I inhabit this void like a desert.
Serpent hissing at a golden disc.
Feigned with a poison basilisk
breath, with a kiss of certain death.
My heart is a floodgate buckling.
My love, a creaking dam half-built.
Washed aside, I sink in putrid silt.
Heart anchored heavily, thumping.
Our tears have ceased to matter;
They're chains we've broken free from.
I wish we weren't so weak and benumb.
I wish we had a little more stature.
Our soul is a buoy we cling to.
When there's no place left to swim,
but I can't pretend to be a victim.
Of all that, I unwantedly accrue.
My tears are tending to the stars.
With every tear, I blink.
At times, I'm close to snapping like a dry twig.
Becoming the lunatic - everyone deplores.
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