I'd like to be the cup of tea that keeps your cold hands company.

i like the way he says "your palm lines look the same as mine."
and i know he's really saying "hey, you're my soul mate."

the way he says "i can hear the smile in your voice."
when he's really saying "i love it when you're happy."

and he acts like he's accomplished something every time i giggle.
he smiles at me when our fingers lace, like it's his very first time holding hands.

scruffy jaw; cheeks rosy.
soft lips; deep breaths.
everything feels right.

i push him and tell him that he's being a butt,
his arms squeeze me tighter and he says that's just not enough;
he won't let me push him away.


and i love him when he looks at me like
he's falling deeper in love with every, single kiss.

we're falling deeper in love with every, single kiss.