Stars behold us from afar, seething in galactic enigma. I have no idea how she does it. Everytime she lifts her hands and embraces the uneven fringes of my horry hair. I let out all my anguish without meaning to. She darts straight into my pupil and comes closer without me noticing and then I hear her whisper into my ear, “You’re right, you’re flawed
but worth loving”
Oh! to be kissed not on the lips
But right where these abstained thoughts get planted by my own conscious .
I let my head fall on her shoulder. And i know if I cry for an eternity, the strength her shoulders hold is far greater than any creature I’ve known.