kiss my wrist
the way you're used
to

and tell me the secrets
all the girls
know

watch my
eyes
the beautiful ones
you say
watching you

and smile
when they melt
into rain
as our fingers

slip through
to the cold air
and make it all grey
again
instead of
the undefineable
expanse
i was drowning in

but first
kiss me again
before you go
because
I love
to feel

lonely
with you

your song
saved me

just after
midnight

thank you
for not losing me

thank you
for not letting me
lose myself

Your
freckles      are
like the
stars
to my
night       sky.

Those dots
Aligning to constellations
Perfecting that presence
Beauty in its eminence
I swear i could count every single dot
Even the ones barely visible

Radiant in its aura
Burning every enmity
Scars of contempt depleted
No longer existed in you
Your face mimics the night sky
Those freckles glinting like stars
That smile akin to crescent
Ever so elegant like the full moon

So don't cover it up my dear
That's what i love most about you
The freckles on your face
*Is what makes you beautiful

"I miss you though."
Is what you say to me
when I suddenly cross your mind
after all this time.
Weeks.
Months.
Years.
Time passes without parachutes
guarding these seconds.

Little do they tell you
about this thing called distance,
it's like a game of Telephone.
And I believe
that your last two words got lost in translation.
"I miss you though, not enough."