before i melt

could you save the world

and i'll wash my inkstained fingers

and write on my sneakers some more of my beliefs and draw you a red star

and a blue heart. tonight i will cry myself empty till i no longer remember the feeling

of losing something i never really had. sylvia, your words choke me. i am still reeling

from the enormity of the grief text you left behind. whose loss did you feel? Did the stars

press down on you so hard you forgot how to breathe

because i need to know. i need the need to feel alive, to pretend i'm more than just

this skin and bones and eyes and dreams

will you save the world for


because i think while trying to follow the blue

i died into

the vast expanse of my dream