The changing of a stars core. Two companion stars become self destructive by stealing matter from the other. A subtle explosion. That timid glance. Condensing emotion into a vacuum only creating more heat. Don't fight the gravitational pull. 


Truth is, we are not constellations.  

I cant force expectations where my light lay dim. Every star has a life span. After that, it erupts art. Leaving behind an array of beautiful ultraviolets and everything we could've become.  

When I turn jet black and you show off your light. 

Just leave me your stardust to remember you by.