Never dull.

Never dull, just sparks.
aching sharp on my broken parts.
Never trite, all art;
Polish your ego on my worn out heart.
Watch galaxies move from a random rooftop.
Untangle my knots until I beg you to stop.
Lay in the sun, rise with the moon;
(This is the way my world ends—)
not with a whimper, but with a boom.