he is space

the freckles that dust his nose and cheeks

are constellations

stories untold

the dark purple that bruises

the undersides of his eyes

are areas of the night sky

that are absent of stars

yet full of hardship

his eyes glisten like galaxies

colors swirling into something

more

something big

and his smile

is the sun

that burns with brightness and warmth

and leaves you with stars in your eyes

he is endless

and he is space

and like space,

he takes your breath

away

This is my first piece for The 100. It's actually an assignment for my Creative Writing class where we have to write an extend metaphor, and who better to write about than ? Please review, I'd love some feedback. - Cassie