one look from you
and my body
softens and bends
in response.
i see nothing else,
and i know
i couldn't fight it
even if i wanted to
- you are my gravity.

i have realised
why it still hurts so much;
i have too many words
inside my head,
to describe the way my heart
burst from my chest
the moment we met.
too many memories
of your fingertips
tracing the curve of my hips,
keeping me up at night.

i had a paper heart,
you played with matches.

you might not
have been my first love
but you were the one
who hurt the most.

you asked me once
how real it all felt
sometimes i wonder
if it had all just been a dream
but then i remember
your gentle eyes
under a summer moon,
the scent of oranges
hanging in the air
and the feeling of stars
bursting out of the sky
the moment our lips met.

i thought i could let you go,
yet you pour out of me
each time i pick up this pen.
i guess i just wanted
to love you
a little
l o n g e r.

it takes 27 days
for skin to shed,
which means i've been
5 different versions of myself
since we last touched,
but i still remember
how your fingertips
left me burning.