I noticed that I have been drawing stars everywhere recently

In the margins of my paper,
on the inside of my wrist,
traced softly against
the back of your neck

I wasn't sure why
until I got into bed last night
and looked up
at the plastic stars
dancing across my ceiling

And I instantly thought
of how it felt
to look up at those stars
snuggled tight within your arms

They're almost as dazzling
as those tucked within your eyes

And I think that I'm still so blinded
that I see their outline
every time I blink

and I cannot help
but sketch them out
whenever I get the chance

I like it when
You leave a trail of kisses
On my shoulder
And my cheek
And my forehead
And of course
(you know this for certain)
my nose

I wish I could map together
The constellations you have drawn

For I am sure they are beautiful
Like those sparkling in your eyes

it's funny how
your muscles have a certain memory of things.

like how you can automatically tie
your shoelaces without even thinking
because you've done it so many times,

and how you can play this one song
on piano without even looking
because you've played it so many times,

and you kind of just lived with it
for a short while.

so when you spend a long enough time with someone
your muscles start to memorize
every action they make like how
they breathe into your chest as if you were the only oxygen left
on earth,
or how they fit perfectly
curled up inside you, like it was what your body
was made for in the first place,
and your bodies remember each other,
every slightest touch
can easily be replayed.

and what's funny is that
i can still remember you
even after all this time,
my muscles still imagine you
next to me
and it's funny that
you're not here anymore
yet my body still knows
where your leg would wrap
over mine (just above the knee)
and it's funny that
i'll never stop loving you
because that's what my muscles
will never forget.

sorrow found me when i'm still young
sorrow waited 'til i'm undone
sorrow's the lover that i've been hiding
sorrow's the cage where i am dying

because this world won't accept
the misery that i carry
that i bear inside my barriers
because to sorrow, i'm in debt.

sorrow's the happiness i love to see
sorrow's her smile and my dignity
sorrow's the girl hidden in disguise:
sorrow's the lover of my life.

ride with me through the skies
on this magic carpet of grass
throw these bottles of cash
straight into the river
cos' we don't need no wealth
this money won't buy us our rest
and where would that be?
in the dirt, i guess
where there'll be no stars
so treasure this right now
remember these constellations
like we know what they are
we don't know what they're called
we just know that they're ours
and we think that it's love
like our other mistakes
and we think we're in love
with the boys, the girls, the lies
we just do what we want
'til we know what we need
we don't know what we need
as reckless as we seem:
kids, they want to be freed.

Excuses, excuses-
They run through my mind
The circumstances aren't right
I'll do it next time

The time was running low
The sand slipping away
So I told you I loved you
In the last days of May

You told me you felt the same
Though it didn't show
The entire summer you left me
Feeling weary and hallow

I waited for you
To sit down and stay
Tomorrow, tomorrow
But never today