There’re constellations carved in my soul. (l want to burn)

If you're the sun, then,

I will become your moon.

So let me breathe in your air,

let me burn in your presence

and become the winds

that strengths your flames

and lets these

blazing flames dance across my skin,

and in my bones. (I want

to burn)

I want you close,

ear against your heart

as you hold me in the

light of the day,

the sun’s scorching heat

carving marks across my soul,

until the scars are visible.

I hate you,

yet, I love you.

If you're the sun, then,

I will become your moon.

So love me unconditionally,

and kiss these scars you made,

kiss these dried trails of tears, (I want

to burn.)

There're constellations carved in my soul,

connecting me to you,

the lines are wavering and jagged,

yet, undoubtedly,

it's forcing,

my heart to beat for you,

even if it is in pieces,

broken and battered and

even if the rhythm

is out of beat, and our hearts,

out of sync.

sometimes, we forget,

but, the sun

is a star too. (I want

to burn)

I hate you,

I love you.