Movie

She watched their love fold out 

As if she was watching a movie.

In her mind the film was Oscar worthy.

Moving pictures capturing the swell of the ocean in her heart,

When he smiled at her.

A rush of excitement and childish tingles 

Spreading from her lips to her toes

When he kissed her.

A laugh escaping those same lips 

When he tickled her

As his fingers brushed along her ribcage,

A gasp erupting from her soul 

As those hands hungrily groped her body

That she had hidden from so many others.

She watched as she gave her body and heart

Willingly,

Hesitantly,

To this boy.

She watched in terrifying anticipation,

To see if he would care for them.

She watched him kiss her heart,

Not with his lips but with eyes,

Taking in every broken and shattered piece,

As if it was the most beautiful piece of art in a museum.

She reached her hands out,

And took his heart into her palms,

Scars and all,

And whispered "i love you" with her soul.

Filled with hope that this movie would never end,

That the credits would never roll,

Showing who they used to be.