my heart is crashing
thrashing
and i can't do anything
about it

you.
are.
the.

stars
stripes
red white blue
banner
hanging outside
someone's
house
house is a home
as long as you call it
that
if you don't
it's not the one for you
you.
are.
the.
stars.

this blanket
you used
when you came over
now smells of you.

it smells good.

i know because i've wrapped it around me,
hoping to preserve its scent.

i'm almost sure
the times we're close
are just platonic to you

but to me
when we're close,
so close we touch
i feel fireworks explode in my stomach
and butterflies flutter away

and when you held my hand those two times (so far)
yours were so warm
and they caused me
to warm up with them

it's all platonic, though

but i'm still fine with that

the pang in my chest
for no reason
may be telling me
i'm falling again.

falling for you.

the future
it seems so near
but i mean
is it really?