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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