i write my words laced with love
but i have never even tasted it
and never have ever felt its flavour
glide against my tongue
and on the surface of my lips
never once held such in my hands
or even felt it graze upon my fingertips
but there are few instances
in which i thought it was love
as sweet and raw as it was
but it was no more than the sliminess of infatuation
and the bitter coldness of a crush.

we took each other's hand and ran
in between the packed city crowds
under flickering orange lampposts
on a hot summer's night
and the flecks of light in your charm
the way you tilt your head back when you laugh
it still echoes in my head
and that devilish grin
with an angel's gaze;
the eyes that just knew exactly what i was going to say
you're a living contradiction
and our chests heave
as we fall on the ground
lungs on fire, hand in hand
the sweat dripping down my temples
the rush of blood into the apples of your cheeks
the trickle of laughter
pouring out of parted lips

and we keep running
and we don't stop until our legs give in
because we're young and we're dumb
and we make promises we know we can't keep
a question mark
but maybe you're what summer is
if summer breathed air and put their head on my shoulder
and laughed until you clutch your sides in pain
making my heart race
and bang against my ribcage.

but seasons come
and they go
maybe
i'll see you soon.