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.