Stars I Still Haven’t Named (Constellations Before Collapse #1)

Aug 7

If love had a shape,
it would look like your hands—
soft, but strong enough to hold
everything I’ve ever been afraid to say out loud.

Three months,
and I already know
the sound of your laugh better than
some people know their own names.

You look at me
like the night sky—
slow,
wide,
full of stars I still haven’t named.

Time with you doesn’t pass,
it blooms.
Every second stretches its limbs
and curls up next to us,
content to stay.

Distance never stands a chance.
Even when you’re far,
I feel your thumb brushing my cheek
like intuition knows how to reach across
miles and minutes.

You’re not just a chapter—
you’re the plot twist.
The unexpected softness.
The line I want to underline
over and over again.

Three months.
And I already know
that loving you
is my favorite way
to feel alive.

Missy Matchstick

Pocketful of Your Laughter (Constellations Before Collapse #2)