Young Writers Society

i'm feeling so in love,
i might float up into the stars...
don't be too worried
if i don't come down.

.

my love makes me feel
like i'm tumbling down
the rabbit hole into wonderland-
"falling up", as shel silverstein put it. 

.

she looks slightly gloomy,
and suddenly, i'm worried. 
did i say or do something 
wrong? 
then she tells me
it has nothing to do with me,
and i don't think
that makes me feel better, 
because if it's me, at least i can fix it. 

.

she makes me feel like
skipping stones
and stargazing
and blasting songs in the car. 

she makes me feel like
going to the movies
and holding hands in the dark
and bringing blankets to cuddle underneath. 

she makes me feel like 
late-night sing-alongs
and laughing slap-happily
and sitting on the car roof to speak to nyx.

she makes me feel like
going to antique shops 
and getting all we want
and giggling when i start sneezing due to allergies. 

she makes me feel like 
going to the library
and quietly reading 
and being beside
and a part of each other
while doing other things. 

she makes me feel like
going to target 
and buying scented candles
and more squishmallows than i can carry. 

she makes me feel like 
sketching the universe
(whatever
comes onto
the paper)
and blushing pink
and crafting words to better say "i love you". 

she makes me feel like 
grinning with abandon
and being reckless and wild
and young and free
and so desperately, irrevocably, undeniably
in love.