she kept her heart in a glass jar with fireflies tucked next to the cosmos in her chest
to say i was smitten was to ignore the laws of magnetism as suggested by her irresistible pull
i likely knew i loved her before i ever knew her name so caught up in the tempest in her smile
every flash in the darkness a reminder that perfection is defined by the observer alone
of how i longed to cradle the jar of fireflies in my arms as the lightning kissed the ocean outside