poetry for the poetic: 5

LXXXVII

sticky mouths and
loud noises. thank you for all the moments we never gave each other.
all the first kisses we had with other people. you were so beautiful but
i wasn't yet. i was still unsure of
where to put my hands when we talked.
i know you aren't the galaxy but
it was easy to act like you were when I felt like maybe
i was the only thing still here.
sticky mouths and
loud noises.
thank you for the gunshot wounds.