I'd ask you to lay me down in fields and flowers but the insects tear my flesh. So lay me down in pools of water and I'll float till my lungs run out of breath. Take my anxious heart and take my sweaty hand, it's the adrenaline rush of lust but it's nothing I can't stand.

See I've got this pretty little fantasy of me and some boy I've yet to meet, he's got a Polaroid in this hand and I've got joy in my heart. We capture each other's smiles, in cars and fields and houses. We build a fort out of sheets and watch our story till we fall asleep.

I've come to terms that my pulse is rare and a rhythm that connects they say is out there somewhere. But I'll be content even if it's just me, stars stand alone so I'll be the brightest you've seen.

I've been watching all my friends fall in love and I'm not jealous but it hurts they're leaving me. I'll try to keep in touch but they've got shifted priorities, I'm glad they've found the one but my human significance goes back to dust.

And if that's love maybe I don't want it, to have one soul attraction and leave my loyalties behind. While I know there's nothing like it that world of falling splendor, after the fall comes responsibility and my heart is restless and untethered.