I saw one of those "ships incorrect quotes" and this is what I get

No, I don’t think you get it. I’ve read a million poems that say “he was a melted sunset” or “he reminded me of the ocean on a windy day” or “I’ve never met a boy that could hold the stars like the sky before.” You say these things because the boy you love is beautiful to you, the way you think about them is beautiful, and so you try to use the beautiful sky as a way to describe him to the rest of us. You use the sunrise, the ocean, the starry sky because they are so obviously awe-inspiring that anyone listening will get the picture. We get it. He’s beautiful. But what you don’t understand is that someday, you’re going to meet a boy that is not “like” any of those things at all. He will BE those things. He is not a sunrise, because thick watercolor sunrises run through his veins like silk. He is not the blue-green waves crashing onto sand, or the flowers he gave you before your first kiss- his bones are made of old feather quills, his eyes will knock the air out of you better than any wave from a murky ocean ever will. He is not a starry skyline, oh honey, he can breathe in galaxies and exhale what makes your toes curl. Someday, there will be a boy who makes you realize how invaluable and precious your skin is just because it’s the only way you can feel the creases in his palms. He will fill your lungs with sweeter air than oxygen can ever muster, will charge your soul so powerfully that it will take no effort to make your heart beat. There will be things he makes you feel that you didn’t even know were possible. There will be a boy who will make you realize that you’ve never been in love before. And when he breaks your heart- though God I hope he doesn’t- it’s going to make parts of your scars squeeze in ways you didn’t know existed. But it won’t hurt the way you think. Cause get this: you will give him the consent to break your heart. You will know that you are not what makes him happy, and you’ll be okay with that. Trust me, it’ll hurt… No piano ballad will make you dance, and your mouth will taste of tingy steel. Nothing will seem truly wonderful anymore. You will claw for it and beg to see something that moves you, but nothing will ever compare to him. You will feel like your chest is a void for a while, but your heart will keep beating within it. Trust me, your heart will not forget to live: because he is worth living through a broken heart. That’s because that boy will be more than just beautiful. He will be the type of living poetry you didn’t know existed- the kind you can reach your hands into and hold onto. The kind with lips and warm whispers and terribly bad habits. The kind with callused hands to hold and cologned hoodies to be used as pillows, with dreams you are intoxicated with and a laugh that warms your soul. The kind that sticks with you years after you first read it, as if it were a tattoo on your heart. The kind that changes the way you read other poetry. No, you just don’t get it yet. Someday there will be a boy who will prove to you why. He will be the one that will show you that sunsets and oceans and starry skylines are beautiful, but nothing on this earth can come close to making you feel the way he does. He is not just beautiful, dear. He is so much more.