“falling in love with you is like skipping rocks on a riverbank
except the rocks are stars
and everything is so bright like my happiest memory where i bathe in lavender lemonade and lick honey off your gleaming fingertips as you watch me fly with my wings of rose petals.
however, my hands cannot withstand the resilient heat, it leaves craters on my heart and degrades my bones until the only thing left of them are the soft bristles of tissue that you use to paint your art
yet our glowing youth has each star strapped around my hands with a silk rope that only a hummingbird in a hurricane can untie.”