why i write

i write about you

not because i want to–

in the shadows that dissolved me,

dark was the day i fell for you.

i learned to catch stars, burning rocks

flaming between my bleeding hands,

letting the light slip away, i know that

holding them can not teach me how

to separate

smiles from knives.

so if you take stars from my hands,

peel off a layer of broken skin,

where the flames scorch in my palm

down to the core of my body.

the knife cuts on my bones?

that’s from when you smiled at me.

in the depths of starlight i catch

between the flesh of my fingertips

where the skin never grew back

and the blood-stained keyboard,

you’ll find that

i write about you,

because im not allowed to say

those words i write out loud.

catching stars, i fell

for an entire universe.

i write about your eyes and your smile–

because that’s all i could do.

- deathetix