AClichePoemUsingTheStarsAndShit

Promise me you won’t think any less of me for what I’m about to say.
For all of my transparent attempts at getting closer to you through past and recent events, but in my defense…I don’t think I had a choice in the matter.
While I’m probably nothing amidst your first, your exes, your future boyfriends, and the one man you might potentially marry…I’m not sorry. Not sorry for being one of the many bridges you crossed and burned to go from your past to your future.
Even if our time was wasted, may it be days, weeks, months, or years…I do not regret it in the least.

Because you see, I could say with every fibre of my being that no matter how brief…you were my sunshine. But way past cliche metaphors, you're closer to stars and supernovas.
The way your smile reflects prisms of light and double rainbows, even sometimes starting to look like a triple rainbow…
Now the night never gets too dark and lonely anymore...like it used to.
The warmth you emit, tingles skin on fingertips leaving palms sweaty and electricity tap dancing on nerve endings.
It reminds me... the best parts what it feels like to be human.
Staring into the depths of the brown in the stroma in your iris, even past closed eyelids, is as close to infinity as I’ll ever get…yet I don’t mind in the slightest.
From the twinkle in your eyes resembling far gone constellations, to your pale complexion reminiscent of the moon. I will fight through black holes for you who are beyond ethereal, beyond celestial…taking meteor showers in the morning and wearing the rings of Saturn as jewelry during dinner in the evening.
They say the eyes are the window to one’s soul, and in yours I see the cosmos.
Reaching for signals like orbiting satellites, orbiting your curves like axis and gravitational pulls. You pull me in closer…I’m attracted to you like polar opposites of north and south while I align planets through phrases by word of mouth.
No more wishing that airplanes were shooting stars like annoying pop musicians, because everything I ever wanted is right next to me. Everything in your heavenly body that tiptoes the fine line between where the earth and the heavens meet.

Until the day we refuse to recognize what once was, like Pluto as a planet…I’m not sorry. Not sorry for being one of the many bridges you crossed and burned to go from your past to your future. Even if our time was wasted, may it be days, weeks, months, or years…I do not regret it in the least. Because in my mind, what we have will stretch til infinity…and beyond.