moments in love.

no soul to sell in this town

There is no poetry
in loving someone
who is in love with
someone else.

There are no words
to describe the pain
in knowing that I am
like the dirt who gives
shelter to your roots,
when you are like the tree
who shakes in the wind.

For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.