This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter.
I hold you closer
And closer
And closer
As if my arms around you
Connect you to my core
The stars in your eyes are my galaxy
Their constellations connecting the dots
I haven’t yet figured out
You tell me you’re hard to love
Because of the damage
But your craters let me in
I find comfort in your phases
I’m starting to get sick
Of my path around the sun
I lose bits and pieces of myself
Each time around
But I’m starting to find them in you