sunshine vs. gold

I want to know how it feels to lie in your bed and stare at the ceiling.

I want to know how your sweatshirt would fit over my shoulders.

I want to be a melody stuck in your head.

I should have told you, 

“I like you”. 

Just a little earlier. 

I planned every word, 

In my head and outloud. 

I wrote down your name in my books margins,