i wish i could cut you into
shapes of stars,
and paste you onto
the black satin sky.
that way whenever i look up,
i'd see the constellation
with your name on it
in silver star writing,
and i'd feel you all around me
as the countless shapes of stars
that could fall and fall
and plummet into my palm.

the only problem is
you've become so grueling to grasp,
so far away to reach,
my celestial love.
and the only thing that i can do
is to hope that i can hold you,
even just pieces of you.

a/n: maybe you're just too great for me. too good to be true.