as quiet as a fire

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have you ever thought about what stars are made of?
i have.
they're made of the way your fingertips touch my skin shyly, then dance around the flesh hoping to reach my lips eventually. it's these small moments where you hesitate to get closer, but still do anyway. and god, do i love having you this close. it's when i trace your curves and wish i could make a bed for my mind out of them. it's the way my name falls out of your silky lips so smoothly, and twirls its way into my heart. i wonder if you know you make galaxies crumble and others burn too bright, that the whole universe orbits around your mind – that my universe orbits around you. everyone's hearts pump blood, while yours pumps shooting stars, mesmerizing me into you more and more by the second. have you ever wondered what the sun keeps doing, sitting next to your window? you'd think it helps you open your eyes every morning, but on the contrary – you're the reason it decides to rise in the first place; you're the spark that brings it to life – that brings life itself.
i don't know if you've ever thought about where stars come from, because honestly – i haven't until now, but one thing i'm certain of is they somehow ended up settling into your eyes.