we are a mess
of feathery touches,
and lost souls,
under crescent moons
and satin covers,
but our love,
is anything but a mess.
as we intertwine our limbs
in the same way
we used to braid each other’s
strands of hair,
and exchange oxygen,
in the same way
that water seems to ebb and flow
from the shore to the sea,
we are one.
we are in perfect harmony,
the yin to my yang,
and vice versa,
both equal parts light and dark,
creating the perfect
“in-the-middle” shade of gray.
whoever said that love
was supposed to feel like fireworks,
like sparks within my belly,
was sorely mistaken,
because our love felt like
the backdrop of a night sky,
so beautiful and intricate,
deep and labyrinthic,
so easy to get lost in,
if it weren’t for our stars
always guiding us back to life.
if there were asteroids colliding somewhere,
they must’ve been millions of light years away,
because all i ever felt with you
whether it be from your breath along my ear,
or from our intertwined limbs,
as long as it was from you.
as long as it was home.
you were home.
you were safe.
i picked stardust from your eyelashes,
and saw constellations within your irises.
your love was like a black hole,
with no clear end,
but it was where i wanted to be for the rest of my life.
but the thing about living in the dark,
is you don’t seem to realize
until it’s all too late
that stars eventually die and stop shining,
but right before,
they might explode into a supernova of tangled love.
was that supernova composed of us?
or was that another relationship’s inevitable end?
did our love ever die?
or did you just fall out of my orbit,
and into anothers’?
did you just happen to collide with a planet
whose attraction you simply couldn’t resist?
whatever you might have or might not have done
caused me to fall right back down to earth,
under crescent moons and satin covers,
and a pencil in hand,
writing of a love i’ve never felt,
of a love i’ll never feel,
all because i’m afraid of
losing myself in outer space,
but i know it’ll be okay,
because i write about this love
in the perfect “in-the-middle” shade of gray that my lead creates,
the only way this love deserves to be written,