This is bone rattling,
eye-opening,
supernova kind of love.
This is the love they write about in those silly romance novels.
This is the love that is warm and safe -
sleepy Sunday mornings wrapped together in bed,
his fingers on my hip.
This is orange haze filtering in through the bedroom room,
dust falling like tiny diamonds as the bed creaks and rocks against the curtains.
This is the love that burns bright and strong,
exploding over and over again -
gasoline and open flame.
This is pure and addictive,
and it's here when I hold his hands in mine.
It's in his brown eyes and tattooed skin.
It's in my toes and the tips of my skin and runs wild in my veins.
All-consuming crazy, stupid happiness.
So I build a house for him in my heart,
a house I know nobody else could ever fill,
and I cross my fingers he'll always stay.
eye-opening,
supernova kind of love.
This is the love they write about in those silly romance novels.
This is the love that is warm and safe -
sleepy Sunday mornings wrapped together in bed,
his fingers on my hip.
This is orange haze filtering in through the bedroom room,
dust falling like tiny diamonds as the bed creaks and rocks against the curtains.
This is the love that burns bright and strong,
exploding over and over again -
gasoline and open flame.
This is pure and addictive,
and it's here when I hold his hands in mine.
It's in his brown eyes and tattooed skin.
It's in my toes and the tips of my skin and runs wild in my veins.
All-consuming crazy, stupid happiness.
So I build a house for him in my heart,
a house I know nobody else could ever fill,
and I cross my fingers he'll always stay.