Messy Stars

The sun is a favorite star,

until it sets.

then there is only you.

shining in a brilliant darkness,

you and I 

in an ocean of messy stars.

i am so small in this place-

this place where I don't belong.

but I feel infinite in your eyes.

your eyes. They catch me

as I fall down into the night sky, 

and bring me back up

to where you are. You catch my 

vulnerable heart, and hold it.

because in your arms,

i belong.

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