I boxed it all up and pretended I didn’t get the joke. 

I swear I never heard music until you spoke. 

Your skin is littered with these intricate constellations. 

That I want permission to memorize. 

Open heart fueled by its desperation. 

There’s this depth in your eyes I long to drown in. 

I’m used to living in a cage of my own design. 

It’s like being stuck in this motionless time. 

Can it really be love at seventeen? 

When you’re not even sure who you will grow to be…

Twenty Nine and I swear I know everything until you waltz in and make me question everything. 

I don’t know all the words to say it. 

But would you do the honor of being my best part?