before you go

Half of your face was stolen by the night

The moon liked your eyes so much that she swallowed them whole

The stars liked your skin the way it catches the light so much that they stole it to use as a blanket

I liked your bottom lips so much that I sung a soft lullaby to it between your steady breaths

You ain‘t mine but the evening air is still jealous

I kiss you like you're monumental because you are

The night kisses you like you're monumental because she is upside your head