we're just a bunch of romanticists.
the ones who are sleepless,
wide awake in the early morning hours.

opening ourselves up,
and letting our emotions spill out.
something we'd never do in the daylight.

warm beds will never compare to
the warmth from your body,
lingering onto my own while being held by you.

seeing constellations in your eyes,
possibly holding entire galaxies as well,
unknown and unnamed.

i suddenly cannot
and do not
want to stop thinking of you.