melancholy galaxies

if you asked me who i am,
i think i’d play you sad songs instead.
i think i’d rather write you poetry
and ask you if you ate your dinner
or how you are and if nothing’s feeling easy,
i’d let you speak of every part.

i think i’d show you suns setting
and suns rising and stars overhead
and i’d ask you what you’re thinking
and if you like all of this.

if you asked me who i am,
i think i’d sit in silence
and wince at every mirror
or never pick a flower
to never watch it wither
or love each and every animal,
but still regret my dinner.

i think i’d rather tell you
how nice it is to see you thrive
and how nice it is that you’re alive.

i think i’d rather ask you
how you feel when i’m there
and what it’s like when i’m gone,
i could say what i think,
but i’m sure i’d be wrong.