Wanna take you like a drug, breath you in and let you fill my lungs. Because I haven’t even had a taste of you, and yet I’m already addicted.
Wanna feel your skin against mine, whether it’s your fingertips or your lips. Because I feel dizzy even when you just look at me, and God, I can’t even imagine what kissing you would be like.
Wanna know what your arms around me would feel like, wanna feel like I have a place to go. Because I have a habit of making homes out of people, and I can’t help but hope that you could be that home.
Wanna learn everything about you, stories from when you were little and the things that happened yesterday. Because every time you open your mouth I’m hypnotized, and I could do with some time away from my own mind.
Wanna know every thought that runs through your head, the good, the bad, and the questionable. Because lately all I can seem to think about is whether or not you’re thinking about me, and it’s killing me to wonder whether or not you feel the same.
wanna love every inch of you, and fuck, I hope this feeling never fades
I want you to be infinite
and because of that
I’ll write down everything I know
about the way your fingers move
or how you bite your lip.
And just like the moon
who’s beauty can never be shown in a picture,
my writing will never be as complete as you are
and I could write novels about your eyes
without ever really
to the truth.