Starstruck
- Jul 27, 2023
- 1 min read
I peered through the hair that teased my persistant gaze.
It begged me to brush it away
As I stared up at the impossibly dark, empty sky
Illuminated by the wrong kind of light.
Even the waves that hissed at my feet
Felt my disappointment
And sprinkled constellations of sand on my toes in condolence,
But I couldn't hear their apologies over the muffled sounds
Of sweat glistening in the neon light And drinks seeping into the shore.
So my star-covered legs drunkenly stumbled away
And towards instead a sea of youth
Splashed with laughter and the smell of a tequila sunrise.
And from across this choppy water:
You.
The waves seemed to calm and the world slow. How can your eyes hold all the stars I had longed to see?
...Is the thump in my chest from the bass or just me?
You winked
With a laughably mischevious smile and a hand on your heart.
Please put your hand on mine
Because you have left me more starstruck
Than the great expanse of the night sky.



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