The way my cheeks glow,when I know that soon,I’ll be in your arms,I am a supernova,singing your name to the soft blue sky,as the birds bother each other with their stories of the mad girl who makes a melody of her romance.

You are unknowable,unreachable as you stand before me,teaching me all the things I tried not to see,touching me with coquettish, cautious fingertips that remember to be gentle.

I build a castle from the empty capri sun cartons that gather by the bedside,and you and I watch box sets and play pretend as the day dims and becomes night.You were supposed to be the sensible one,saving me from myselfsunlight in sweet sorrow,but I spiral so much quicker when I’m by your side.I sing…