Three-thousand meteors eyed us down
and though we held hands
I don’t think what we have could out stand
so many shots fired towards us
not this many
not me
we’ll all get blown back into stardust
and I thought that I thought that
There won’t be much that scares me about that because I could lay it all out and no one would care
Like the sun stares that pigment my forehead scars
or thinning hair, Brintellix— love
Rahab the harlot
pedophiles— my Robin who’s a dove
He loved me a little too young— I never wanted it till I had it
and I liked it
that’s why I’ve never said it out loud
until now
because I feel that in time, these things will haunt me even more and there’s nothing to do about it
so when I finally have three-thousand meteors eyeing me down
alone
I’d outstand them all till they blow me up into a star