an ode to the loveless, these are for you.

dirty vans and tired hands

honeysuckle and rose met stardust and lavender that night,
standing in the middle of a purple painted mess.
the memory lingering in my mind, unable to subside though i had a test in front of me.
your hands (almost twice the size of mine) had my own in their grip, holding on tightly.
every tension and worry was gone the second your arm wrapped around me.
our bodies were exhausted but the second we connected i couldn't remember how tired my legs were.
the memories of the night flashed through my mind;
-how i wanted to kiss you during "trees"
-how i wanted to kiss you during "smithereens"
-how i wanted to kiss you in general
and now it had actually happened.
life felt new, life felt exciting!
life felt terrifying, but in the good way.
i didn't want it to stop,
i never want it to stop.
i'm looking out the window and i can see the moon through the dark trees,
and even she can't shine as brightly as you.