God, I feel like I'm constantly falling in love with you.
There's just sometime about the way the words sound in your mouth
That make them more weighted than anyone else's hum.
You don't falter to tell me what you think of me, never.
Having someone love you like you're whole is something I've been needing,
Especially when we're both "broken."
I want to know what ur lipbalm tastes like, and learn your morning breath
Back to front, your toothpaste, your laugh, and how it lingers.
What does my name sound like in ur chest? Does it rumble?
And, fuck, you make me smile so hard my face hurts only secondary to my heart.
Someone like you is rare, and to be cherished,
Which is funny because you think the same of me.
Being so far apart, and me a coward, is the reason you're not curled up in my bed,
Taking prisoner of one of my hands, like it's only yours to latch onto.
Two teenagers falling backwards into love like it's nothing,
Having to relearn where gravity drags because you make me feel so warm inside.
Hot air rises and I'm rocketing to the stars, the only thing to rival your beauty
(But they'll still lose).
