I want to crawl into your pocket
and live in there among the $1.48 in change,
the last two pieces of your favorite gum, 
and that red and white striped paper clip you used 
last week in English

I want to crawl into your pocket
and listen to what you have to say
hang on to each syllable that you’ve chosen
and watch what you do daily
only take in and bathe in every bit of you

I want to crawl into your pocket
so you could have me whenever you needed or wanted me
if you needed to hear a compliment about your green eyes
if you needed to vent about something that just happened
or if you wanted to make a joke that no one else would laugh at

I want to crawl into your pocket
and finally feel safe and warm
in a world where I’m in constant fear

but even in your pocket
I would still fear 
losing you