you are a glass of water at 3am
unexpected and the sweetest taste i know
you are a gryffindor with gold in your heart, streaked right up and down with light and honeyed hands
there is no mountain range between us, no open stretch of water or poetic forest, there’s no way to put down this distance you walk across to kiss my forehead but i’ve got your lipstick stains from years ago reminding me how bright it is to be alive.
the grass is always greener in your arms -- rich floridian soil got sifted in your skin somehow and here you are raising up a future that believes in the power of sunlight.
keep on being taller than you can fit and refusing to be slow and whispering whatever comes into your mind. keep on with your big hair and bigger heart and your hugs that smell like softness. keep on, lionheart -- you are loved.