even the universe isn’t enough

I’d give you my universe, let you occupy all the spaces, let you steal the light of my stars, but you wouldn’t understand. No — the galaxies in my soul are nothing compared to the sliver of heaven you found in her.

you only love me when she can’t love you

I am only your home when she cannot understand your dark. I guess this is what homecoming for broken people is like: following the smoke trail to the abandoned house where you find acceptance in the darkness. You never stay though; no one ever does. But you keep coming back whenever the world is too much, if only to hide for a while. After all, don’t we yearn for the light, for absolution? There are no saviors in dead buildings. Only burned frames, only ashes.