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At the Crossroad between Never and Always

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I’d like to believe
the scars on my hands and
the stars in the sky
were brothers once.

I’d like to believe that
there is night
and day
and sometimes, if I’m lucky
it isn’t both at once.

There’s a plastic bag full of stardust
like those people carry drugs,
close to the heart,
closer to the bones.

And she always said I’d be like them.
Lost and desperate,

and so the stardust is in the river.

This is my story,
you get pencil, and I get ink.
And the stars are mine forever.


I’ve been lost before.

They say time is cycles,
that there is day, and
there is night, and day again

but you’re lying.
They put a clock in the wall
and said time-passes,
everything-ends-sometime
but I’m still lost.

Maybe we’re all lost together.
That’d be a nice thing to think.

But we all know I don’t believe it,
we all know because I’m
crazy-dangerous,
and while we’re all in this together

I’m lost far enough to hear
the sigh of relief.

We’re all lost together.
Except they let me
get separated.

No one gets left behind
is for people who count
as ‘one’.


I will wander among
the stars.

The sky is
the biggest-thing-forever
and it’s also the most
personal.

I stand two-foot lost
and one-voice lonely

but the stars can’t
ignore me.
I think I’ll be a star
soon.


Y-o-u impersonal
(because we’re all
not stars today)
used to like
the moonlight

and y-o-u, (remember)
you tried to fill your mug
with moonlight,
but there was too little,
or maybe there was just too much.

Dumped down the drain.


Now I’m a star, I’ll drown
in forever (who’s name is
tomorrow-today)

And years ago in yesterday
I watched stars sink in the lake,
which was a lie, because
there was no line between
real and solid.

And the flashlights were lanterns
and the shooting star sunk
deep below where the sea monsters go,
deep,
and I jumped off the pier to find it
and lied, you know,

I said I slipped.

Now-yesterday I’m sinking
into forever.


There has been day
and night again

and there has been dark
and there has been light

and I have drowned-drowning
here like tomorrow, now like
yesterday

but it’s funny,
the stars fell,
and they were faces.

They helped me put stars
on my ceiling

but this time I wrote the constellations.
I like stars.

Arbitrary bonus points if you get either the references or what the title refers to.
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Daghrgenzeen's avatar
I dunno about the references, really, but... this is absolutely gorgeous. The flow of the words (I was listening to Amaranthe's "Drop Dead Cynical" while reading this, and your words just went in the same rhythm as the song...) is incredible, the imaginary, the emotion... Just overall a beautiful, captivating piece.