I always admired how
you'd breathe
with every
stroke you'd
make on the
paper,
your chest
rising and falling
to the curve of
your pen between
your fingertips,
and sometimes
I wish I had
let you sketch
my flaws into
constellations
just so
the memory of me
could forever
remain in the life
beneath your
ink stains.
YOU ARE READING
Specks Of Stardust #Wattys2015
Poetry❝ And when midnight strikes and the ink spills through the page, all that you are becomes stardust. ❞ In which a girl writes about the words unspoken, the feelings unresolved, the memories unforgotten, and the boy who caused them all.
