some people glow brighter than the rest of us.
as if somewhere deep beneath their fleshy layers
is something burning hot and constant;
but the truth is that they are just as awful as we are.
they’re just as morose and bitter and hungry, just as
tired and achy and lonely, and they know
how hard it is to bridge the distance between hearts
because they recognize that stars burn brighter but they’re
so much farther out of reach, like the space between
bodies wasn’t ever enough and we decided
let’s put lightyears between our ribcages and wait for
gravity to crack our bones with the pressure.
Maybe then it won’t hurt so much to be alone.