I could write you down forever
turning your face in to every synonym for
breath-taking,
your hands the thesaurus I glance at
when I can't find the words
to explain you.
When the music was loud enough
to travel through our bodies
you wanted to hold my hand
whilst I wanted someone else--

Sadly,
I wish I had held your hand instead.

The first time you saw me
you thought I was beautiful
and you know my secrets,
you have witnessed my darkness;
but still you find me beautiful.
How often do you find someone
that falls in love with your flaws
and desires no more
than your heart to hold?

*You were the type of boy
who would rather watch me
watching the stars
than watch the stars yourself.
The type of boy
who would rather trace patterns on my skin
than find shapes in the clouds.