The Uncharted

You may think you are simply simple but you yourself are not.

You love your coffee with tea without cream, sugar or milk and you are blessed with constellations on your back.

All seven of those stars create Pollux.

Some say you’re cursed with seven devils and some say you’re made of moonbeams and stars and stardust and lights that never go out.

I’m in love with you and you think you are not cared for and that you are unlovable when in fact, you are a complex being who questions love like I question my faith.

You don’t care how you like your tea but I know it’s matcha with coffee that you like to have piping hot with breakfast when it’s supposed to be nighttime.

There’s a light in you that may never go out, and if I could write a book on how big your heart is, dozens of novellas still wouldn’t even be able to fit.

And maybe this is how all girls think because they think they know you.

Do they know that you long to taste my mouth to fulfill your longing?

Do they know you wish for me to read your mind to fulfill your needs?

That you want me for your own?

Do they know you’ve died six times and came back alive and that your seventh devil was the reincarnation of your face through our child?

Did you know that I could be your seventh devil that could love you better and tell you truths that unveil the uncharted?

Do they know???

If so, what did they know?

Did they think to know you?

You dream of me silly.

How could they and I not know you by now?

You are an uncharted realm I wish to see stars with.

Uncharted territory that you are, I wish to be within you.

And that would be divine.