i'm not so used to
this firework party in my stomach
or the jolt of lightning
flashing each time we touch,
but i guess i can't help it.
when my name leaves your lips,
a smile graces on mine
and i can't shake off how dumb
i feel inside
when i catch myself
dazed in your amber eyes,
dancing with a fire.
i'm not good at keeping
hold of eye contact with you
but, whatever, i guess
i'll let you win.
i'm not so used to saying
i love you,
but let me rephrase it:
i want you to rip my heart out
and call it yours.
-valkryie.
