helium balloons

p: (baby you're a) Firework

I hope I am somebody's firework:
when starless nights cinch around airpipes,
do I blaze on your horizon like a small smear of gold?
Can I be your pillar of fire in the desert?

Here--I stain darkness with light,
a skywritten laughter line. A subtle streak,
unassumed savior, far off flare, that blossoms
and burns through your hellish fabric of nighttime.
This is for you. I am for you.

From nothingness, this expulsion of stardust,
something beautiful, something small
that outweighs space. A flash
of grace to memorize. I will leave my smoke
in your air, my echo rings in your bones:
I am here
                  here
                             here.

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(whenever i do aeration on wattpad, i get really nervous that it's going to screw with me and ruin everything)

Happy Fourth of July, fellow Americans... and I guess non-Americans as well, because it's still The Fourth, it just doesn't carry any patriotic significance.