Skyless constellations

before he ruined her

he'd held her hands in the most delicate and preserving way,
like it was the entire universe intertwined on his fingers
to keep safe,
to keep intact,
unscathed by the catastrophe of ever letting it go.

he'd look into her saddened eyes,
like perceiving through a guarded passageway of her soul.
nothing is bizarre on her typical tanned eyes,
but it makes him wonder,
feel,
and absorbed in the affinity it gives him.

and

he'd wreck her just the same,
just like how he had held her during cold nights and long lazy days,
just like how he had gazed deeply through her.
the glimpse of his tragedy etched on the pain in her words.
her walled up heart has been invaded and what's left aren't ashes or debris of the destruction
but
a well paced heart
a normal one with each beat that pains her deeply it feels as though the thing is trying to get off from inside her chest
yet it looks just fine
so he never bother to do some mending.