Once upon a time, I was all about the pretty boys.
the kinds that walked me through my dreams,
the kinds that plucked me from my wreckage like the springtime roses they'd leave on my doorstep.
and they kissed me so kindly that falling in love was no longer sacred, and the smolder of victory in their eyes soon outshone our lovely moon.
but I would wake each morning with names on my lips that evaporated in the daylight,
and just before I'd go, I'd confess to my bedroom ceiling that i still wanted someone more.
And then, by some miracle mapped out in stars, I followed a path that led to you.
And oh God, music hasn't sounded as sweet since the moment I heard your voice.
Your laughter chases every nervous beat of my heart, your eyes hold constellations that make it easy enough to feel infinite as long as my gaze stays locked with yours.
You make me feel fluorescent, the darkness has never felt so safe. With the memory of you in my near-present, there's no danger I cannot face.
And I long so stupidly to fold and unfold myself in the spaces between your fingers.
To taste the gold on your lips would make me the richest in spirit that I have ever been.
And I can't deny, it would be heaven to stroke my hands through your hair and whisper while you're close, "oh darling, don't you know,
you were art long before i began to admire you,"
This ecstasy you give has touched me deep within my bones.
And I'm shocked you haven't heard this one before, it's a tale as old as time.
You linger like the softest whisper in the furthest corners of my mind.
