"how do you know when you're in love?"
when you look at them and wonder what you did to deserve to breathe the same air as them
(i see the way you look at me, it's intoxicating and you're enraptured)
when you trace their spine, and they arch into your touch and you suddenly forget you have lungs
(you're gentle and kind and i really hate that i want to break you)
when they've fallen asleep in your arms and you can feel their chest rise and fall, in tandem with yours and you cling a little more tighter because this, this is why the world turns
(i try my best to match my breathing with yours. you don't stir when i slip away when dawn breaks)
when they laugh so hard, they're flinging themselves off the chair and their eyes shine and their skin glows with warmth and you're this close to spontaneously combusting
(my mouth filled with dust and i'm choking on all the lies i fed you)
when they're weeping into your chest, sobs wracking their body into a shuddering mess, and you feel your heart cave in to itself
(only apathy, baby)
when they lock eyes with you in a crowd and suddenly your vision has narrowed down to one person, one soul, breathing. there.
(so easy, baby)
when their lips are on yours. it's slow. it's soft. it's subtle. it's sears your very soul. it's sweeps across the crevices of your heart and something solid soldiers it's way into your very being and you are finally alive.
(i'm not sorry, baby)
