Made of stardust
He has hurricanes in his eyes
He keeps crashing waves in the back
Of his hair
And hold galaxies in his palms
So do I
The next boy I love
Will see the magic in me
He will paint nebulae on my wrist
To cover these ugly scars you left
He will clear the storms behind my eyelids
Kiss the world off my fingertips
And find solace on my lips
The next boy I love
Will know how to love me
He won't just love
The way I look at him.
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Just Me And My Dignity
PoetryYou know that moment when you break and you just have so many things to say, and your pain brings out the best in you? These are those things. Honesty and raw feelings. Published and old drafts. You might have seen them somewhere.
