what have you done to me
i could point every constellation
across the sky–from andromeda to vulpecula
but the stars have realigned themselves
and all i could see is you
a constellation of your grace, wisdom and perfection.

he cupped my chin so our eyes could meet.
"what are you so afraid of?" he asked.
i'm afraid you might see through me–
dust and cloud, thunder and storm, heat and fire.
a disastrous mayhem.
but none of it came out of my bounds.
instead, i forced a smile.
a smile as bright as the moonlight.

i was going to write you a song
but you took my words.
and now all i have is a symphony
of my blood rushing through extreme,
heart beating fast and slow,
mind pulling the strings of you,
breath hissing and hushing til the final score.