where the stars bleed

I’ll meet you where the sky breaks,

where the stars don’t guide,

but scatter—

falling, crashing, burning out

like us.

A place where the night hums a low, bitter tune,

and the echoes stretch too thin to hold.

You’ll know me.

You always do.

Not by my name,

but by the shadow that clings to your ribs,

the voice that still haunts your dreams.

I’ve been waiting—

through hours that bled into years,

through time that never forgave us.

"Come home," you said.

But there’s no home in a place that hurts to stay.

No love in hands

that only know how to tear me apart.

Still, I kept your memory alive,

buried in the ache of old songs

and quiet nights that refused to forget.

"We’re better like this," I whispered once,

but even then, I was lying.

Even then, I was holding on

to the last shred of us

like a fool clutching broken glass.

Meet me, not in dreams—

they’re too soft for this kind of pain.

Meet me where the air bites,

where the stars bleed,

where the sky splits itself in two.

That’s where I’ll be.

Not whole.

Not healed.

But waiting.

Waiting for you to bring your ruin,

waiting for us to burn

until nothing is left

but ashes and scars,

still too stubborn to let go.

Because love like this doesn’t end.

It just carves itself into the void,

screaming forever

in a language only we can understand.

REMI.

January 6, 2025