Lost Sun

Your name’s a comet, bright in the night, burning my darkness into your light.

We’ll steal our dawn from the Milky Way, where stars compose what words can’t say.

If time should fade and suns grow dim, I’ll orbit you at the cosmos’ rim.

For every galaxy, every sky, my heart still finds where you and I lie.

I belonged a little bit everywhere, but nowhere completely. I was a small, replaceable part of a structure far too vast.

I belonged a little to school, a little to my friends, a little here and there, yet never fully.

We were a quartet, but anyone could spot the trio within it.

I was merely a blurred outline beside solid silhouettes, trying to take shape just to fit into the picture somehow.

I am like one of those thousand filler words you can cram into any sentence, yet never the one that fits quite right.

A life where my love finds someone else

I want a life that appreciates my heart

— Charles Bukowski