Then let the star be.
You diluted the majesty
that flows from her lips.
We wear slogans of positive energy,
Cloaked around justifiable anxieties.
And whisper quietly,
About the shouting, inside.
Let no rule measure Your
creativity, and find it too
Individual.
My too much is now static.
And, you’re chilled out, like that’s
how its supposed to be.
Life, and its participants
may choose, as they choose,
And ultimately,
I choose you.
. To know, that that act was possible, and in plain view of other human beings, has broken me in ways that I’m yet to learn how to express.