ecstasy.

you make me wonder
how long it takes
to make
something phenomenal
and gorgeous to the eyes.
because I can't seem to
make
my way around
eyelids
like they are doors
to chambers
that hold the solution
to heartbreak
or
fingernails
engraving the stars
in to the sky
spelling
"I love you"
or even
bring the act
of sitting down
to light
of knowing that you're
under
the idea
of
"no longer."

knowing
that I couldn't know,
didn't know
would let
me sleep with a smile
instead of a pillow
and the idea
of
"forever."

but I'll still
hold
my pillow close
because right now
it's

ecstasy
compared to knowledge.