and we wrote our promises into the night sky

now time runs through my hands like the strands of your hair used to.

i engraved your kisses into my skin and there’s still warmth in every spot your lips have ever touched.

i wear my ever constant broken heart on my cheek and my sleeve

how did the sky look?

don't touch me gently, don't treat me kindly, i can't accept that kind of love.

fate kept us apart until the time was right for us to meet but it wasn’t right for us to stay and maybe that's the tragic thing about us.

do we write vivid poetry to cover up the truth?

i can’t face these demons in daylight so i needed you to understand the burden and my dependence while it was still dark out. i’m not sure you did.

all things break and humans have the tendency to do the same.

and we drove out of the city to see the stars but there were too many oh so dark clouds god i really needed to wish on a shooting star so badly because you were not in love with me anymore.

that's the funny thing, you see? sometimes you lie to yourself so much that you end up believing it.

he drinks it in when the star bursts. the light is blinding, but he doesn’t turn away, couldn’t. it’s ethereal, like there’s peace in the few heartbeats that it lasts. for once, the cold leaves his bones and armitage hux burns.

it's okay to hold your own hand in those lonely nights

the universe kept spinning and she got lost in his everchanging constellations.

does he breathe the same air as you do, when you are meeting him in your dreams?