i saw your text, just the other day,
my mom asked why i smiled at the phone,
it's something stupid about your sister's day and,
it's just that type of thing
that only we would laugh about, while
strangers stare and wish that
they could be us, and then i grin into your coat.
and it's been a while since i've felt this way,
i'll keep saying it, no matter how often
you say that it's cliche.
it's something about you and how you fit even
into the darkest and lightest
imaginations of my bitter, yet childlike mind.
and it's something about you and how
you smiled in that backroom,
just the two of us alone,
and the welcome trespassers,
we call "the stars."
it's been a while and there's no hesitating,
and all this "not hesitating", makes me hesitating,
but just one look into that fearless gleam in your eyes,
practically screams that you should be mine,
who knows what's left for us in this lifetime,
no wonder, i fell in love with you that night.
you're so brave for us,
and you're brave for you,
i don't deserve it, but
you're even brave for me, too,
and to know you, to love you,
and to truly see you is to
want to be brave, too.
i want to be brave for you.
