I will wash myself in light. I will scrape away my hands on sunlight and leave myself drenched in stardust, the kind of light you could see yourself loving and I'll share it with you if you want me to. I'll let you scrape off the flecks of moon or I'll run my hands all over you and leave them in your hair. I think you'd like that, wouldn't you? you'd like for me to leave little pieces of myself on you and it's understandable. it's not so bad to share your light when it's someone you can see yourself being with in the dark. we could exist in the sunlight and the complete darkness and I'd be fine with either or both if it was with you. don't mind me, fist-in-mouth boy, a boy with nothing but love for you. you don't have to listen to me when I say you're my boy but I hope you know I say it because I want to wrap myself in the crook of your elbow and live there for a while. I want you to taste me on your tongue like copper shavings or summer berries and I will look at you like the sunrise or falling snow because I can only compare you to beautiful scenery. you can be the ocean and I'll be the ocean floor. as long as you're surrounding me no one else has to know how far I stretch myself to return the favor. I mean that in the best way possible. I have to try harder than other people to let you know how amazing you are and I'll admit, sometimes I worry other people could tell you that in a voice softer than mine ever will be or show you with a heart not covered in burn marks. and I'll only ever always be secondhand smoke hoping to be fresh air in your lungs. sorry about that. what a clingy line. there goes the fist again; taking itself out and letting me embarrass myself. I know you won't mind. so I guess I should stop being so afraid to tell you I love you; stop skipping around the subject and painting you scenes where you're the sun and I'm worshiping you but I'm not as good with words as you think I am. I can stretch those three words into a hundred others but I can't say them plain and simple. and you know what I mean, don't you? it's a scary feeling and I can't make it go away but I hope you'll be patient because eventually I'll say them without an abbreviation or a joke or some other distraction from the main point. it's cliche to say but I've always been afraid of heights and ferris wheels were my favorite ride, so it makes sense that I could fall and fall and still be afraid. fist-in-mouth could ruin everything but somehow I don't think it will.