jar of fireflies

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

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