8/18/14
the stars in your eyes
make me feel like a
million years of pain
has come your way.
and the way you steal
the pools of
galaxies that rotate
inside me,
which never cease to show what i am
composed of,
makes me think of the planets that flow
through your veins.
and every time you look
at me gravity doesn't exist;
weightless is how i feel
around your nebula-colored
eyes.
and gosh,
the constellations that bloom
from your fingers as i bleed
the colors of supernovae.
maybe that's why my skin
burns like a thousand suns under your
scorching touch.

{m.j.}