you saw stars in my eyes, i tasted peaches on your cheeks

the night air blew in my direction  

i shuddered in my oversized jacket  

the band was playing 32 feet away  

i swore they played so well, but i  

i somehow couldn't recall the song or the melody  

all i knew was that they did a great job complementing you  

ah, you...  

i'm not trying to be mean, but you  

you talked too much that night  

then you'd stop mid-sentence, saying,  

"i saw stars in your eyes,"  

over and over again like a broken record  

and it changed my perspective that  

not every broken thing is bad  

if i could turn back time i  

i would loop that broken record to be even more broken than it already was  

picturing your drenched bangs,  

covering half of your small eyes  

with quivering lips,  

peaches on your cheeks,  

nervousness plastered across your face,  

as you reached for my hands,  

sending electricity to my constellations,  

resurrecting this white dwarf  

you shook your head, how funny  

did you know that you could never get rid of me?  

i am permanently carved into your trunk,  

injected into your roots,  

and i'd bust in those peachy cheeks of yours,  

smearing your pretty face with my essence  

fuck, it's getting colder  

maybe you should go home, so i  

i could wash my mouth  

see you tomorrow