what stars are made of

there is something about this room without you, more silent, so pointless, no sour smell of brew and you'll laugh about it later, about my tangled hair, too and you'll know it wasn't really just the room that was blue. your hands freeze up quickly, but your eyes still glow as we run out of words and places to go i breathe in and breathe out – “i think you should know, that i've never felt this way about anyone before.” and the sun falls, the sky fades into twilight we stay there, hearts beating like birds taking flight our noses grow chilly, the hot sting of frostbite but we build ourselves a home in the cold, cobalt night. my fleeting youth, golden, bathed in rays of sun is yours now, when it used to belong to none because i didn't believe some things you said, but i believe that you're the one who this love song is for, and i've only just begun.