The Night Sky Broke Open in Stride as Weary Stars Increased 

I’ve tried. 

I’ve tried to keep my longing hidden amongst the stars, under the canvas of darkness. I tried to make myself a light that you can’t recognise, a heart you can’t see. But you are an astromer, versed in my heart. You will always find me. 

And I will always want you to. But I will run anyway. I’m not ready for you, I am not ready to be known, to be loved. To be exposed. I fear that if you come close, you will see that I am gas, just gas, and not a light. 

But don’t you know that the sun is nothing.  The moon is a rock, and you, my darling, will be my wife. 

Then, you know where I am. 

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