Star-Crossed

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The ocean mirrors midnight sky,

barely brushing our toes.

I whisper words

I want to write beneath your skin,

my violent delight.

 

I lay by you on the moistened sand,

trace constellations on your back.

Each tiny little speck, each dot

fated to another.

 

I could have been your Psyche;

we could have defied destiny.

Please, forget the stars.

They are crooked points in a cracked sky.

 

But you won’t open your eyes.

 

The waves crash
and take you away.

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