happy birthday one day late

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when you look at me,
i still forget to breathe,
because it isn't as important as the way your eyes
glow in the artificial school lighting,
i want to have you for my own

when you touch me,
i still melt,
because flowers bloom on my body
wherever your fingers touch
you make me beautiful, you make me
higher than Freddie Mercury at his own concerts,
im soaring without the use of substance

when you hug me,
i hold you there for a while,
because you could be crushing my spine with the
weight of a thousand worlds, and
i would still tell you to pull me in closer, closer until
my ribs snap like popping candies in little mouths
in the summertime,
releasing the butterflies from my stomach
at last

when you speak to me,
i absorb every syllable,
because you could burst my eardrums and
make me deaf before i ever tell you to
stop
i want you yesterday,
i want you today
and i want you for all of my tomorrows

when you kiss me,
i realize i have been starving my whole life,
kept drinking cocktails made of
boys who were really quite ugly,
inside and out and finally
i have something to enjoy that will probably leave me emptier than when i came,
for i have loved before
but it never burned me alive in the way that you do.

when you laugh,
galaxies collide in your vocal chords and
a sonic boom goes off in my veins and spreads
heat all over my body,
blushing until the blood runs out and
back to my heart for more memories of you

when you call yourself mine,
we play connect the dots with the scars and marks
that lay on our
skin, souls, hearts,
and we spin for everyone like little ballerinas in
vintage music boxes with opal handles on the little drawers and we are beautiful,
no matter what everyone else says,

because this love is not theirs to speculate
if it's right or if its wrong or if it
makes them uncomfortable because
honestly,
screw everyone else.

as long as we have our little space in our little opal music box where nothing else matters,

the world can't do anything about it,

and we can live happily ever after,

as i had always planned.

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