to the stars who listen: poetry

2. milk chocolate

from your soft, full lips emerge gentle streams of stars.
your lips. they look as though they taste of milk chocolate --
I can't help but wonder
I'm trying not to feel this way--
but it's so difficult when you resemble an angel,
shimmering and golden and radiant--
reminiscent of a soft, warm bed,
a safe sanctuary that i will never be able to replace--
i guess that's why it hurts
that you can never really be mine
because you have had my heart for almost a year
and I've never felt more yours.