Stars And Ichor Read Count : 34
Category : Poems
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tears spill from your eyes like water from a faucet and your fingers turn words in worlds like they were spinning gold. you blame yourself for things you can’t fix and being with you is like honey melting in your mouth. you are a beautiful specimen, a tragic, wonderful human with scars like a weaved pattern and eyes with stars. why, dear, hate yourself? why hate yourself when iron from the hearts of dying stars is in your blood and you breathe the things living beings need to survive? you are an amazing tragedy, my darling, and i’m proud you’ve made it this far.