NASA’s INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT JUST POSTED A PHOTO OF THE HORSEHEAD NEBULA AND – F*#K – NOW I MISS YOU
i apologize in advance of this poem / i have been dreaming a lot lately
but i’m just gonna say it
the ‘if you love them then let them go’ cliché needs to end right here and right now
i’m looking at you / band called ‘Passenger’
you are always on the radio when i’m trying to let go whilst obviously not letting go
and why do i always write about the stars as metaphors for me needing to leave someone
that’s a rhetorical question
i have some pretty obvious theories with regards to stars and why we can’t be together
so hello new universe
hi i’m john
this is the dating profile i do not even want because my heart is light years away from here so i apologize in advance
i ride my bicycle all aimless when i’m upset with myself
i like long walks on the beach
directly into the bottom of the ocean
i would say my sexual identity is
uncertainty principle in the streets / heat death of the universe in the sheets
sooner or later everything will become water
my ideal date is the two of us
on a romantic evening
looking at the stars
thinking about how
if we could only touch
those beautiful lights
we’d both burst into flames immediately
i definitely had a dream about that recently so i apologize again
the problem with accomplishing your dreams is that eventually you will run out of dreams
i’m trying to get a handle on the balance of waking and sleep
so i apologize in advance of my inevitable stellar implosion
when you get too close to black holes you get all bent and stretched and it’s called ‘spaghettification’ which is ridiculous
i’m sorry i am stretching this out until we finally rip
it’s too delicious to stop
and all the songs i’ve been listening to remind me of outer space
and outer space always reminds me of kissing you
not just sounds-like
but smells-like
it’s the ozone smell of rain and kissing you
it’s old book smell and kissing you
sweaty basement punk show smell and kissing you
the christmas tree has been up for so long that it’s definitely a fire hazard smell
and kissing you
your jacket reeks of pall malls and i missed that smell and kissing you
even those memories on their own make my skin feel like all the butterflies in the world suddenly replaced by similarly-sized rocks
i apologize again / this time / in retrograde
i have been dreaming a lot lately
i leave my curtains open and when the morning sun wakes me i always mistake it for you
i am trying to hold my horses because i don’t know the destination
there’s this dream i keep having wherein you tell me to hold my horses
hold all of your horses, you say hold your horses close
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