Spoiler
For him. I'm sorry, and goodbye. </3
Pisces, eyes winnowing
across my skin as though
each cell’s a single silver reed,
cool words in sharp contrast
to every burning ember sparked
between my flint and tone.
You call me lovely Leo,
say I don’t mean to roar so loud,
don’t mean to speak so forcibly
or pull my claws so deep.
In return, in my heart of lioness’s
hearts I find you so sweetly naïve.
Dreamers built of ice and fire,
cool and burning creatures caught
between our nature of predator and
prey, and I cannot even tell you
what these stars now mean.
Celestially shattered, we aren’t meant to be.
