when you’re in love
the dishes don’t need to be done
instead, you leave them to sit
so you can do them together
with bubbles stuck in your hair
with your wet kisses on his neck
your laughter reverberating
even hours after you’re done

when you’re in love,
the laundry can wait
instead, you leave it to pile up
so you can fold in tandem
with you both sitting on the floor
with your knees slightly touching his
the neat piles all around the room
even hours after you’ve finished

when you’re in love
the bed doesn’t need to be made
instead, you leave it a mess
so you can tumble into it at night
with his warm skin against your own
with his arms wrapped around you tight
the smell of him on your pillow
even hours after he’s gone

when you’re in love,
the only time well spent
is the time spent with one another

I guess you were just a summer fling
One of those starry-sky late night kinds of things
Like a breath of fresh air in the stifling heat
Like a brand new person you’ve been dying to meet

I guess you were just a summer fling
One of those poolside sun-soaked kinds of things
Like bare skin singed in ultraviolet rays
Like the night sky full of firework displays

I guess you were just a summer fling
One of those sweet like candy kinds of things
Like hot melted chocolate left in tinfoil
Like cherry cheesecake left out to spoil

I guess you were just a summer fling
One of those fleeting like a dream kinds of things
Like a bullet train speeding through the night
Like the flutter of feathers mid-flight

I guess you were just a summer fling
One of those gone like yesterday kinds of things
Like a dusty photograph stuck in time
Like a memory I’ve forgotten was mine

when he leaves,
cry hard.
soak your pillow in sadness,
scream into the quiet he gave you
but don’t look back.

when he leaves,
destroy you and him.
rip apart those photos you had framed,
box up the memories of you two,
but don’t look back.

when he leaves,
delete him.
remove all those saved messages,
erase all those times he said he wouldn’t,
but don’t look back.

when he leaves,
fall apart.
shatter into a million tiny pieces,
litter the floor he decides to walk out on,
but don’t look back.

when he leaves,
set fire to them.
burn them into empty space.
disappear into a cloud of smoke,
so when he looks back,
there will be nothing left.

Set fire to our love
Burn it down

Until all I can taste is
Smoke in my mouth
Ashes gritting my teeth
Engulfed in the inferno that is you
Until all I can feel is
Flames licking my heels
Fire in my bones
Charred to black by the heat of you
Until all that’s left is dust

But don’t worry
I’ll let the past keep me warm

If you asked me what it felt like
I would say it felt like rain
Not the misty kind or the pitter-patter kind
But the downpours
The rain that lulls you to sleep
As it beats against the windows
That bursts from the clouds
And falls into your open hands
The rain that pools on sidewalks
And gets in your shoes
That rushes loudly into drains
And overflows neighborhood streets
The rain that turns everything green
After a particularly harsh winter
That clings to your skin
And drips from your wet hair
It drenches me
Soaks me through
Until all I can do is think about you

/fall asleep/
you feel like sunshine
bright and full of warmth
yellow in color and calm in nature
heat running through your fingertips
you burst through the sky
and pieces of it fall to the earth
i pick one up only to see
the moon staring back at me

/wake up/
you feel like lightning
sharp and full of voltage
brilliant in color and frantic in nature
electricity running through your fingertips
you crack open the sky
and pieces of it fall to the earth
i pick one up only to see
the sun staring back at me

If I drew a line from me to you
It would cross deep blue oceans
And deserts and maple-leafed forests
It would cut through prairies
And part fields of bright bloomed flowers
It would loop enormous circles
And corkscrew around hundred-story buildings

It would tremble in the rain
And wobble and waver in the wind
It would buckle under pressure
And bend and break against our will
It would erode with time
And leave a trail of us behind
It would be the only thing left of us two
If I drew a line from me to you