Do you
Look at
The star-lit sky
And think
Of me
Like how
I think
Of you
Right now?

She was not fragile like a flower;
She was fragile like a bomb.

there are others.
others who whisper sweet nothings in my ear and sneak their hands onto my thighs.
others who try to break their way into my mind, enter my thoughts, search for any way to connect with me.
others who laugh at my jokes, a deep roar that implies simply that they think their laughter will make me let my guard down.
others who breathe life onto my neck, who kiss their way down to my passions and motives, who try to slip themselves into me looking for answers
sometimes, i play along, looking for a little excitement.

but it’s never the same.

because what the others don’t know, is that it’s always you on my mind.
you are always in the back of my head, reminding me that nothing anyone else could do would ever compare to you.