We clashed like the stars
in the galaxy and
became one.
- black dwarf.

Golden skin with
the sweetest tone.
You were that
last smooth spoonful
that, although
it’s a bit too much,
no one can resist
eating even when
you know it
will get you
sick.
- dulce de leche.

Soft edges and
bright colors
full of life.
Your features
were graced
by the
moonlight.
A perfect structure,
that’s one of a kind
and not many get to
see in their
lifetime.
What a lucky gal,
aren’t I?
- masterpiece.

I don't quite know my home, since I've never
had the pleasure to meet you
and they say home is where the heart is
and I'm positive you have mine.
So I'm walking through life
with the endless feeling of
being homesick.
- homesick.

We took quiet steps down a lonely street
I had never stepped foot in before.
The air felt tense since it was
more than clear that you didn't feel
like talking, not anymore.
You stopped suddenly and backed me
against a wall.
We made out slowly whilst I felt
an old lady watching us from her
front steps, maybe I was just imagining her
since it was time for me to go,
I had to meet up with my friends.
Two steps forward and you stopped again
looking at me with a shy smile and
intertwined our hands.
My palms were sweaty and my rings
poked at your skin but you insisted that
you didn't care.
It was also the last time
we held hands.
- hand holding.

You didn’t like
the mole on your chin.
You used to say it was
too prominent for
your face and how you disliked
that it contrasted with
your freckled cheeks.
But I thought that
your cheeks were
like a galaxy and
your chin had
the moon.
It’s the first thing I
noticed when
I realized
I liked you.
- face like a universe.

My auburn lips
stained your cheek
as the leaves fell
the afternoon of our
second date.
You held me close on
winter nights as we
watched stand up.
You stopped picking
flowers from your
backyard as spring
passed us by just to
leave me like a hot
mess under the
summer sunlight.
-seasons.