teenage kissing

my love,

I want you so much.
I don’t want to hold you in my arms,
I want us to hold each other because we’ve always been equal like that.

I want to complain about your coconut oil hair,
but I secretly love it.
I want to feel love leave my eyes, lost and lonesome until it reaches yours.
I want a dead arm from you lying on me,
but I’d rather die than move.

I want to be cold,
I want you to complain but you’ll warm me up anyway.
I want to hold your hand all night,
Intertwining fingers like we locked our love and clipped it to a bridge.

I want your freshly-brushed teeth to push breaths of air onto my face, making me wear your love like a mask for everyone to see.
I want to kiss the tip of your nose,
So that you know I love you like you’re my childhood best friend,
But I also want to kiss you for the truth,
That I’ve been waiting years to love you like I do.

I want a lot of things,
But I want you the most.