The boy with stars in his eyes

You know how when you're in a car 

and it's pouring down rain, 

you go under a bridge 

and everything stops? 

He was my bridge.

When I was broken 

he was the only one 

who looked at me like 

I was worth being fixed. 

He made me feel whole. 

He saved me.

He wasn't just a boy. 

He was the only evidence of God 

that I could find 

in this entire planet.

He was the only thing 

bright enough to take away 

all the darkness that 

the past had left in my veins.

He had steady hands, 

yet he never complained 

about my tremble. 

I had fault lines in my smile 

and he lived for earthquakes. 

My fingertips left shaky lines 

down his spine and 

he kissed me back anyway.

He looked at my lips as I spoke; 

he said he wanted to see 

the magic happening; 

he said my mind made him believe. 

He was the only person 

who could make everything better, 

and he is the only one 

I can't call right now.

I miss being hungover 

from a single kiss. 

I miss how his smile 

could make my world spin. 

He was the best addiction.

It's sad to think about the good times, 

how innocent and in love we were.

But our love is the kind of love 

that you fall into and grow out of. 

He was the one that healed me and 

I'll always be grateful for that.

I still believe that he is a miracle. 

He just happened to someone else.

— m.f. // The boy with stars in his eyes