I told the stars about you

 I told the stars about you and I think they might be a bit jealous

I told the stars about your eyes, how they glow and how to build a hurricane in my heart when I look at them. How your eyes pierces through my darkest nightmares and calms my soul and puts my heart at ease. How they get hooded and how they fill me with so much passion 

I told the stars about your smile. The way it lights up an entire room and makes everyone else melt away. The way they make my heart beat insanely fast and I feel like these bones cannot hold this heart bursting with love. 

I told the stars about your touch. How every time your fingers graze across my skin, it leaves a trail of fire. How our chemistry is so powerful that our bodies ache for each other. How we bring out the passionate beings that are hidden within us. 

I told the stars about your lips.  How soft they are, how passionate they are, and how the taste of you builds this insane yearning for you. How your lips leave marks not only on my body, but also my fragile heart. 

I told the stars about you, about how perfectly imperfect you are and how happy you've made me feel. How you started a fire in me that cannot seem to die. How you taught me the saddest truth of life, that some people are meant to stay in your heart, but not in your life. 

I told the stars about us. But perhaps that is a story I should have never told, because what you and I have, seems meant to be, but isn't.

I told the stars about us, because I can't tell the world about us.