Star struck, you said to me
As if I were a galaxy,
As if star dust stuck to my lids.
In that moment,
I was more infinite than I knew how to be.
I’ve seen the way you gaze at constellations.
There are no books with maps of me.
Pretty is the best I can do.
So I kiss you,
Because I can’t take the scrutiny.
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