I’d sever my soul into a million

pieces just to form a

 constellation to light

your way home

I’d ceaselessly compose love

 poems to the parts of yourself

that you can’t stand and tenderly love them as if they were my own

I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark

I’d nestle myself in the gloomiest corners of your soul, illuminating your night sky like the moon and the stars even when trillions of miles apart

Evermore unified as one sacred heart, existing as my eternal bliss when reality appears solemnly stark