star crossed .....

the sky burst with fireworks of colors, an emotionless pink, pathetic purples, a berry blue. the poles lonely and distant like two strangers estranged friends muttered hellos and buttered up smiles wrapped on a news year night. a moonless sky a pulled apart by the unspoken silent, fingertips that walked across the word lover. something bloomed in the symphonic harp love story that took the hands of fools and made love to the empty stars and chapped wintry lips.

she laid in her bed 

he laid in his bed 

he groped the side of bed to find a trace of her imprint 

she fiddled with the edge of her sheet, grabbing hold at the lining of his fragile touched that he left that on her 

he called her 

she answer 

he spoke silence 

she hummed to the quiet 

he felt her cheek on his 

when she breathed into the phone 

she felt his touch when he touched 

her with his words 

he needed her 

she needed him 

she turned and faced the window 

and watched the fireworks 

he turned and faced 

the window 

and saw her undressing 

in her window 

through a memory 

he bite his tongue every time

he needed to tell her 

he felt like a lion in a cage,

When he wanted to say something.

but he couldn't get the memory of how she felt in his heart 

he built his walls so high 

she pushed his chest 

and kissed his lips 

and swallowed his heart 

she chases after him 

in every boy she loves 

he tells himself she is a fairytale 

his heart tells him 

this is real 

she tells him she doesn't love  him 

he swallows the , I love you 

and tucks the corners of the bed sheet tight in the bed frame 

to prevent himself from getting out of bed and going to her 

its as if the snow pushes into my face

we were never meant  to be lovers 

we were meant to be soul mates