believe me, we were so close
we've never been that close before
cause he always shut the door at me
but tonight, something changed;

we were so close, very close
I was able to see my silhouette
staring back at me inside his pupils
while I tried my best to read his mind

we were so close, too close to be true
cause this is the very first time,
if he was a house, for a blink moment,
he let me stood inside his living room

thump, thump
his heart knocked my cheek
and softly, I heard it speaks
about one's love in chrysalis
waiting in time to be released

whenever he walks through the door,
he makes the room lit brighter than the times square
and I am a tiny girl with her sweater and big dreams
captivated by his billboard-flashy-smile

“You’re not mine,” I tell myself—everyday
Then you put a deep kiss on my lips
“You’re not mine,” I repeat myself
Then you spoon me like a blanket
“You’re not mine,” my voice shakes
Then you brush my hair gently and smile
“You’re not mine,” my eyes are wet
Then you speak my name like it was made from your voice
And my mind went blank—my heart forgot to beat
But it whispered softly, “I’m yours”

you are what people call magic
while I'm everything tragic

and this is so dangerous because
he is the moon and I'm a mortal girl
who landed on top of him
foolishly taking her space mask off
just to kiss his birthday cake lips
and die

my point is
he's impossibly cute
and looks as if he jumped out
of shoujo manga