4:16 am: all I can think about are the constellations your lips traced across my skin. You put galaxies inside my palms, and, for the first time, my small hands feel as if the weight of the moon couldn’t bring them down.
4:24 am: Goosebumps prickle at the back of my neck. I wish you were here to fight them away with every exhale; im never cold when you’re around.
4:31 am: I fit into your arms like notes on a music scale and if we melt together we could make something beautiful.
4:48 am: that was a bad analogy because there’s always air between each note; I never believed in violence but god I’d destroy the space between us until I could feel your breath in my lungs.
4:51 am: fuck, I don’t think I can ever be too close to you.
4:52 am: when I close my eyes, I can taste your lips. I’ve never told you this, but you smell like home and I hide the key under my tongue, so no one can come in but me.
4:54 am: the sound of your breathing is a lullaby, I could fall asleep in the rise and fall of your chest. Without you its hard to sleep; I hate keeping track of time in numbers instead of heartbeats.
4:59 am: I love you. Im scared to admit it but you make fireflies flutter through my veins and flowers grow in the tears of my heart and I love you, goddamn it, I love you.