this is about the boy who wrote a girl a poem she never got to read, who sang to her before he kissed her, and loved her before he touched her. a beautiful boy made of constellations. with a chipped tooth from kissing concrete and a head full of curls, spirals strewn across her pillows, stars in a sea of satin. this girl he loved wrote poems too, and he never knew that she also has a cracked tooth tucked behind her lips (that he liked to call thin) pale pink against porcelain. she, like him, had thoughts that twisted; the Devils fingers knotted in her hair- this is the story of two lovers: one sailing a foreign sea, and one who knew each inch of the ocean.