What I want
Laying here, thinking about you I can’t help but wonder if anyone has ever tired to touch more than your body. Granted, your body is the most breathtakingly piece of art I’ve ever seen, but I don’t think I ever truly fell in love with you until I remembered the sound of your laugh, and remembered the light in your eyes when you talked about something you loved. I don’t want just your body. I want all of you. All of your mistakes and all your achievements. All your scars, and all your stories. I want all of it. I want to know about those nights you cried yourself to sleep and I want to know why so I know how to help, I also want for know those sleepless nights because your mind couldn’t stop thinking about that one person. I want to know about your first heartbreak and I promise I won’t get jealous because your mine now. I want to know if your afraid to be replaced. And if so is it because you’ve been replaced before. I want to know everything. Do you even read the directions on your test before starting them? I want to know. I want to know all of those things and even more because I want to feel you in a deeper way. Other than the canvas of your body I want to know the layout of your feelings, of your emotions. And I promise, that once I know, I won’t leave like them because by the time i know all of those, I’ll already be head over heels in love with you.