you might not notice, but you fill my cold, cold hands with a warmth

i wanna be consumed by;

water i wanna be drowned in;

the wind i long to breathe.

i go through every state of matter whenever you whisper in my ear

words that make flowers bloom from the ground

with each time my name rolls off your tongue.

a blink of an eye and the world it’s just tulips and forget-me-nots.

a blink of an eye and it’s April every single month.

take me with you and let’s give it all up,

let's hit the road and do everything while we’re still young.

and yes, let’s stop and carve our initials in all of the trees along the way.

and yes, let’s go to Italy and Spain and make every corner of every city 

ours just by looking at each other, 

we’ll make the temperature drop and raise everytime our hands touch,

and the ocean and the sky will merge into one,

just like we do;

slowly, torturous and eventually inevitable.

you might not notice it,

but maybe you do.