You say it will never work.
We're too different,
yet you still have feelings for me.
You tell me-
you "hate" me.
I make things too complicated.
I just wish you knew-
I love you too.

connect the dots
with the freckles on my flesh
your fingers,
the pen
trace along my skin
making constellations
appear
as if I had been the night sky
all along
waiting for your touch
to set me aglow.