the tongue loosened too far

by laughter the falter that comes

before the fall

 

it is not the end of the world but

it could be the end of me

it is not the end of the world but

it could be the end of me

 

inconsequential I am just a product

of gravity misplaced stardust that

stumbles over words like rubble

inevitable

earthquake

look

 

life is too short to say anything that isn’t

I love you we are all standing on fault

lines the world will never stand still

for us but right now

this moment

I love you and oh god there

is the silence the world is making

itself in reverse except

 

it is not the end of the world but

it could be the end of me

it is not the end of the world but

it could be the end of me

 

it’s not so strange if you remember that

we are all beams of light underneath we

are all made of the same stuff I wish

we could connect like constellations like

neutron stars which could actually be the

end of the world but right now

it is not the end of the world but

it could be the end of me

it is not the end of the world but

it could be the end of me