There are no bright sunsets
in the winter.
There are only
your dark eyes mirroring mine.
There are bright pink sunrises that are of your pigmented cheeks,
The smiles you present, my canvas.
I don’t want to flick the
tiny black wholes
to the museum of your art,
But maybe my biggest mistake can be the biggest accomplishment for you.
-hope for a love I’m only glad to feel