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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required She didn’t arrive like sunrise. She came like moonlight, unexpected, slipping through cracks I didn’t know were open. She didn’t ask permission. She laughed, teased me and the walls I built introduced themselves to the floor. She was girly, wifey, y, not in shifts, but all at once. Yet so tender, real, and rare. A hurricane in a sundress. A song I didn’t know I needed on loop in my ribcage. She didn’t love me gently. She loved me like she knew what I was hiding. Like she would memorized the code to a safe I forgot I locked. She kissed like a dare, argued like gospel, left voice notes that ruined sleep and redefined peace. She borrowed my hoodie Then wore it like it was a crown. Left her earrings on my desk like artifacts. And I let her. I wanted my peace. But I wanted her more. One time, In that little bedsitter, she splashed hot water on my face. not out of rage, but because laughter lives where logic doesn’t. She didn’t say sorry. Just laughed, soft and wicked, like she knew I would remember that moment forever, not for the burn, but for the way she made the madness feel like home. She didn’t belong to the world. The world belonged to her. Mi StarGal. Eyes like gravity. Smile like theft. Voice like rhythm. She didn’t fix me. She made the mess worth staying in. With her, I wasn’t perfect. But I was present. With her, I didn’t need poems. But I wrote a thousand anyway. And now, when people ask why I look distracted when the sky is clear. I say nothing. I just smile. Because some stars don’t live in galaxies. They live in girls you were never ready for but still can’t let go.
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