There’s no telling what secrets of mine Saturn knows
I’ve told him everything
After a long day I look at him and feel how I feel and truly be honest with my body for a moment with him
I’m exhausted
But I don’t express the half of it to anyone but him
Always there spinning even if I can’t see him
Massive and cold
Jupiter is an eavesdropper
But my secrets are safer with Saturn
No getting tired of how tired I am
No getting annoyed with how much I hurt
The one time of the day when I don’t feel like an inconvenience
I don’t know if I’m loved
But I am accepted
I’d rather speak my truth to spinning balls of gas than to any human
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