I Listened To The Mixtape You Made Me, And Wrote This

It’s wanderlust,
and you are a map that sets my mind ablaze.
The way I’m lost in the thought of you ought to be studied,
the way I long for one more moment, every moment,
it’s surely insanity,
but I think that this is all I’ll be for the rest of my days.

My hands find a home in the back pockets of your jeans,
dreaming during daylight.
Sandalwood and soft lights surround us,
and I take each star from the night’s sky,
wrapping them around your wrist,
pulling you close,
a galaxy, locked between our lips.