He inhaled sharply at the sight
of her in that singular moment. The starlight dancing across the galaxies of freckles on her shoulders, bright eyes shining like an asteroid entering orbit. Her eyes trained on him, crinkled skin around the edges, laughing at him. Hands warm in his own, squeezing in mirth, chaotic emotions constricting his heart in time.
She made him feel. Oh God, did she make him feel. He could hardly even describe what she did to him, it was so consuming, so intoxicating, so all encompassing, and so exhilarating that it deprived him of the analytical capacity to put a name to it. Only she could spark this raging supernova, only she could make him feel as though the universe was unraveling around him, space and time separating neatly into threadbare tapestries, leaving just her smile glowing among the tatters. A part of him knew that the universe couldn't unravel like that, but he swore this girl looking up at him with moonlight eyes could defy gravity and domineer the universe.
YOU ARE READING
At the end of the day all we have is memories
PoetryIf I can help someone with my writing then that's what I'll do I'll keep on writing
