glimmering lights knock at the window fireworks and nightlife trailing in to meet the bed frame where your tired eyes find sleep I stare so wide awake with hands tucked under the pillow memorising these new patterns that you effortlessly breathe it's not the buzz of alcohol or overtired adrenaline this is that fire feeling of falling in love it lingers unassuming brushing up against my legs and I hope to take it with me in the morning
