They say things are written in the stars
Burning orbes of flame and passion
How can anything be written in the stars
If it’s written in the stars it burns instantly
Melting into oblivion
Stinging behind your eyes
Burning in your mouth like the taste of chapstick and old kisses
The taste of you stuck in my mouth
The smell of you stuck on  my shirt
The thought of you stuck in my mind
If its written in the stars I don’t want it
You can’t stop things that are meant to be
Washing away the past like waves over the sand
Carved into a tree only to regrow and reform into something so similarly new
I want something permanent
I don’t need approval, I need you more
I need the headache that can’t be cured by pain medication
I need the taste of your chapstick
I need the heat of your breath
I need the tase of your lips
I need the how cold my skin feels when your lips are gone
It makes me need you
It makes me miss you
It makes me want to think we could be written in the stars and it just might work
Seeing your eyes as burning orbes of flame and passion
Melting my fear into oblivion