"you're nuts" you told me one night, sitting together on your roof at 3am. i replied that you would crave someone crazy one day. i told you you would get tired of the girls with watered down hearts and pale blonde curls, that you'd be sick of daddy issues and smeared eyeliner and five-inch spiked heels.

you leaned in close and brushed your fingers along my jawline. you inhaled deeply, then your words dripped so sweetly from your tongue they could be mistaken for honey.

"i'm already tired."

i kissed you. hard.
a thousand stars exploded inside my chest.