Sparks

I closed my eyes today.

I closed my eyes and there you were, smiling for once in your life. I gasped- because damn, boy, my heart's on fire, and I don't think you can douse it with just a little of your cold heart logic.

I closed my fist today.

I closed my fist, ready to slam it into your scarred chest, but you grabbed my wrist and I made the mistake of looking into your eyes. Forget butterflies. My heart dropped like a bowling ball into my stomach and somehow made it all the way back up again.

I closed my ribcage today.

My bones slammed shut and my lungs expanded, effectively blocking off any chance of escape. My heart is all locked up, safely away from you. But I'm not sure how to let it out again, because somehow you ended up with the key, and I want it back.

Once upon a time I dreamed of adventure, of fast-turning pages and rocker-style parties with too much percussion and roller coasters twenty feet higher than I ever let my dreams soar. But now I only dream of you, boy, and I realized something. I realized that my dreams never soared all that high. Not until they matched the color of your eyes.