waiting;

he's something beautiful; packed to the brim with colour, rainbows shine out of his eyes & musical notes jump off of his hands to mix with hearts beating in lyrics.

i.
Thursday, 18th of December--
happy; finally happy, stars tip toe from the centre of my heart, until they're resting in the palms of our empty hands, just breathe baby, just breathe.

& I wonder if this is how it feels to be almost complete--

ii.
Friday, 19th of December--
we bleed into eachother, he whispers that he never wants to let me go into my silent ears, his instrumental hands tap out lyrics on the ebony & ivory, whilst I sit on the floor, dreading the morning, letting the undemanding musical notes take me away to lands where unicorns exist & he whispers the sweetest utterances into my eyes.

he holds these frail attempts of poetic license in his hands & maybe he wishes on them. every word is true, love, I promise. every night he's reading my words, every night i wish on more stars for him.

iii.
Saturday, 20th of December--
i've had to leave; as I'm being pulled away, memories of him, bare on my skin. he watches me sleep; I reach out & he was there, holding me tighter, i fear of disappointing him, so I question my feelings for him[i don't want to be hurt again; i don't want to ever hurt him]. he's the sweetest feeling & like a hot knife through butter, he makes me melt.

so we continue this hurricane of feelings, we're spinning into love so fast that I don't know if my heart can keep up; we'll let the heat of our hearts gaining momentum guide us as we linger over kisses & bare skinned hugs, [i want to love you; i want you to love me]