The pale ember under your fingernails and the hard shell that is

impenetrable around your heart does not deter me from you.

You’re this beautiful anomaly that crashed into my orbit and

intermingled with my particles in such a calming way.

I saw your face this morning, and I sincerely thought I was dying.

I taught you how to braid my hair during math because you were bored, and when your fingers brushed against my neck I thought I'd die.

When we were playing volleyball with the class, and I fell right on top of you, I was going to pass out,

but when your hand accidentally brushed my hand, I knew I had died right there and then.