You’re the heartbeat of my poetry.

I don’t care if you break me
as long as you keep the pieces
and promise to listen to the
wind comb forever through
your hair

I’ve lost track of how many
wishes I’ve made for you,
sometimes I look up at the
night sky just to see if there
are still stars left,

but you can’t close a distance
that was never meant for your lips

(via teacup12)