17/3/17
i was staring at you in class the way i always did, admiring every detail visible to the naked eye – specifically your lips. i was admiring the way they were joined and how soft they looked. but today i noticed something i haven't before. i tried joining the moles on your face within my eyes and in front of me laid the loveliest constellation to date. it made me think about how worthless the stars would feel looking at you, seeing as your face alone held a sky much bigger than the one we know. it made me think about how someone could pass by you on the street and not stop in their tracks just to catch another glimpse before you were out of their sight – or maybe they do, i honestly wouldn't be surprised. it made me think about how you look at yourself and find nothing but black holes all over your body, while it's actually filled with galaxies burning lethaly. it made me wish i could let you see yourself through my eyes, to stare at yourself in class all day, to look at you doing something you're passionate about and looking the most fucking beautiful doing it. it made me wish you would realize that the universe means nothing without you in it, because you hold it. it just sucks how you're the whole universe yet you see yourself as nothing but an empty hallway.
YOU ARE READING
as quiet as a fire
Poetryyou have my heart and mind in your hands now. i hope you have a safe trip. but read at your own risk, i can't promise you'll come out alive.
