Doing lots of practice and research atm.
You asked me whether I would read your poems and I said I wouldn’t. Tears instantly welled in your eyes and you looked at me with disgust. Slowly you let go of my hand. Slowly you prepared to stand. But I reached for you and pulled you back down. You tried to avoid my eyes as I held on to your arms.
"I don’t need to read your poems because I know who they are for. I’ve been with you all this time and I’ve already seen them reflected in your eyes."
He was like a constellation
Something imaginary but exists none the less
Always traversing the skies
Never taking any kind of rest.
She, on the other hand, was like a tree
Permanently rooted to the ground
Patiently watching the sky
Until he comes around.