With the night comes darkness but also stars

But as chessy as it sounds, you were the stars

The only star, actually

But that was enough

Because your burning glow

Was warmer than the Sun

I would have never met you

If I didn’t relapse

If I didn’t collapse

And I would break down again

A thousand times even

If it would mean I’d get to keep you

Till the very end

(On a completely unrelated note, I should not be getting such utterly random and spontaneous ideas for poems right now. I should be asleep. I should not have drank that iced coffee)