I wanted to
kiss the
bundles of stars
in your face
I wanted to
smooth the
rough edges of your
skin
weaved with mine
so full of
hidden pain
and
boyish innocence
I wanted to
melt into your
warm white walls
I didn't want to leave you
the heavens watched us
while we slept
in those cold
January nights
angels
full of
envy
above us
I suppose they
wanted you
to become
a fleeting blotch
of red
in my heart
I suppose
the whispers of
fate
decided to
change us
I didn't want to leave you
I always tasted the
sweetness
of your skin
as if for the last time
with gentle fingers
and sleepy eyes
we fell in love
I always tangled the
stars in your hair
I always kissed
the scars on your hands
as if I knew
we were going to
die
the angels have
you
now
the man I loved
and I have
sorrow
and
one million pictures of you
lodged in my chest
