love notes on paper lungs

[dear boy-with-the-piano-fingers,

just between you and me, your smile makes my lungs crinkle up like paper and for an instant i forget how to breathe.]


[dear my lovely you, sometimes my words come out jumbled when all i want to say is i love you.]


[you smell like the ocean or maybe like a jazz club at night when the air is blue and thick with smoke and everyone’s together but alone at the same time and the music’s so smooth you feel like you could touch it. it’s a good smell.]


[i love it when i kiss your collarbones and your fingers brush my hip bones and we stay frozen in that moment so that we’re nothing more than heartbeats and rustles and breath.]


[you make me shine.]


[pinky promise you’ll always be mine.]