a girl met a boy
and she loved him
more than
moonlight
and the starry night sky
more than
changing seasons
or oversized sweaters
more than
polaroids and postcards
old typewriters
or record players
concert tickets
and the next text she
highlighted
in her favorite novels.
she had come to love
everything he was
and everything she
had made him into
her heart swelled as
the days passed by
she was so full of love
for him and hope
that she forgot to do
what so many forget to do
she forgot to leave room
to love herself
YOU ARE READING
Touch the Sky
Poetryfor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.
