Historias de Starsaroundmyscars

I was lost long before you found me again-drifting, broken, learning how to live with a heart that no longer believed in love. You came back when I least expected it, when the wounds were still open and the scars still burned. You didn't ask me to forget the pain; you stood beside me in it. Piece by piece, you helped me gather what was left of my heart, even when it was sharp enough to cut us both. Your presence doesn't heal everything-but it makes the darkness bearable. Every day, I fall for you a little more, knowing how badly I could be hurt again. A single day without seeing those green eyes feels endless. You didn't save me, Louis. You didn't fix me. You did something far more dangerous-you drew stars around my scars.

melting planets drip onto my tongue, dying it bronze and blue. for weeks, my words come out poetry-flavored. so I lick the page and see which way the ink bleeds, into the paper or into my mind.