this boy.
these things that he does to you.
the way he erupts your soul into a fire
just because
he kinda likes the way it makes your eyes crackle.
those hands.
he melts hell like its honey,
with those hands.
that touch.
leaves your skin with a promise:
anyone else's would only ignite against your heat.
this love.
could this be what everyone speaks of?
this boy.
who makes you feel as though he has spent hours in his backyard polishing the sun-
only to string it above your head and assure you;
still you are brighter