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
me
because i think while trying to follow the blue
i died into
the vast expanse of my dream