Daisy May, you were always blurring out my periphery. After all the aches I couldn't name, you still carry the weight of my tears. What-ifs and reveries are tucked to my pillows, my bed is a shrine of sadness, and I'm surprised I've lived this far. Every day, there are nights too many to be a sad romantic. I wish the sky didn't hold as much insecurity as I did. To the better half of my moon; shine your skin as much as the stars. I wish you were a milky way, your halos echo in my mind, your name is unknown, yet, the bearing town screams your name. Twin flames, yet your sky painted me blue. I'm an astrophile, and I wish to melt in your iris once again. I received your letters from the mighty stars. They still call me hurricane girl, because I swept you of your feet before patience did. To the missing piece of mine, I hope we meet once again.
©sarah_
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