World.

If you love her so much
and want
to give her the world,
buy her a star and
name it after her.
Give her a forest.
And an island.
Give her you.

Spark.

Do you know how hard it is to
ignore your presence?
You are a flame that grows larger
and brighter
As you use up my oxygen to fuel
your fire.
I thought we'd burn together,
So your persistence to stay
Is overwhelming.
The stars would chastise you,
Had they been there to see how you consume my life so readily
Without a second thought.
And while I can accept that I can make you grow in the burning
of my feelings,
That is not the way I imagined I
would ignite you-
As you turn larger than life, and I,
As nothing but an afterthought.

After all.

When does the storm really end? How can it end when the thunder is kept inside the clouds, and the rain can't sing its sorrow? Is it really possible to contain the rage and despair without letting the tension build?
When does love really begin? When the rose blooms in the winter; when the heart can no longer be controlled by the pull of the moon?
Why does love end? During the falling of leaves, or the last snowfall? With glazed eyes and a heavy heart, why do we paint our feelings with words left unspoken?
The stars have so much to say and I bear no right to hear their wisdom just yet. Are these questions my test to overcome the suffering I have brought upon myself and onto the path of enlightenment? I crave for their knowledge but know it will take an eternity for me to fully understand. The only thing I'm glad about from all this is that it is what keeps me going, because one day I will join the sky and guide the same wondering souls that I used to be.