Tell her how you see galaxies in her eyes

Tell her you love her. 

I know that your palms are sweaty 

and last night you cried for a few hours, 

I know the past has left a hole in your chest 

that has been filled with ice, 

and that you are never sure about anything.

But I also know that she makes the sun rise, 

she makes the flowers grow,

everytime she smiles at you. 

She makes you remember what it was like 

to actually have a home. 

You could be filled up on her words.

Tell her you love her. 

Tell her that you feel it like an 

ever-expanding forest in your chest, 

like your blood has turned into fireworks, 

like you've been running a marathon 

and she's your chance for a rest. 

I know you're scared or

you think you're not good enough, 

I know you think that everyone leaves. 

But when she walks in, 

your eyes follow her 

like she's the only one in the room. 

So tell her. 

Tell her soon.

Or else one day you might wake up 

and she'll be gone forever.

— m.f. // Tell her how you see galaxies in her eyes