He was my milky way.

The meteorites were the vebal thrashings he gave; his teeth gritted and fingers wraped tightly around the person's collar, blood pouring from the cracked openings in his gums and his eye swollen with ugly purple and blue hues.

But when he was alone with me, his tongue danced with stars and dreams, thank yous and playful teasings that we both took apart in. Everyone thought he was angry and just that, but god he was adoreable.

The sun was his eyes, the brightness and how they shined on his darkest days gave my soul hope and my lungs air to breathe and compress themselves underneath his presence.

He was a beautiful, starry night and, me?

I was just an ugly boy he hung out with here and there. I don't exactly matter and I guess that's fine- as long as I get to see his smile