I want to write books about you, verses about your smile and you laugh, poems about your insanity that makes me sane. I want to write about you, your coffee colored eyes, your quirks and perks. But my heart, it’s always at a loss of words. Writer they say, what a shame, and the lover inside me laughs.
I want to wake up each day with a little amnesia feeding on my mind, fear of the unknown chipping away my soul. I want to wake up each day, meet you all over again and realize this is what is love. I want to see the person behind the lens, live in
each of his flash, be the detail you want to zoom and capture forever. I want to be his picture, his picture where he is you.
I want to laugh again, oddly at mid nights, and dance in the moonlight as your hands shield me from the breeze. I want to swing on the lyrics with you, the tune of the wind, the beats of your heart and the words of my soul. I want to be a song, the one you hum all along. I want to be your song.
I want to be your lies, the one that ease you into sleep, the denial that seeps into your body slowly making the pain turn to oblivion. I want to be the voice of the devil in your ears, angels that just hurt us further. I want to be the arms of darkness, the
darkest of shadows that will ever stick by. I want to be the sorrow that hit you the most, because what makes you the happiest, hurts you the most.
I want to be the wind you enjoy, not the oxygen you breathe. I don’t want to be your need, but the absence of what suffocates you. Oxygen, anyone can be, make me the reason for your comfort. The air around you that makes you feel alive, the one
which makes you close your eyes and think about what ecstasy life is, I want to be that breeze.
I want to be your toffee. The candy that melts into joy, the sensation hard to forget. I want to be the craving that never dies. I want to be your favorite flavor and, of course, its
unquenched thirst. I am your candy, and you, you are the kid who longs for me. The kid with eyes longing for me. Make me your sweetness, honey, will you?
I want to sit in all day, wrapped in your arms listening to the constant heartbeat of yours. I want to be held close enough, close enough so that our souls merge into one. Tied in your spell, held by your charm, I want to breathe your scent each second, all over again. I want to get lost into waters of you, your eyes and your smile and fall asleep to the sight of a smile painted on your lips. I want to smile like a child and wake up in
your arms the next morning.
I want to be your ink, the one scribbling so smoothly on empty pages, the ink that paints out your pain, frustration and joy. I want to be your comma, your full stop, the words that you write. I want to be your character, the one you make with all your imagination. I want to be your villain with a little good hidden deep in my heart, I want to be the criminal who committed the crime of loving a little too much. I want to be your main lead, remember all your words by heart. I want to be the story you make, the tangled web of plot that you draft.
I want to be a story, your story. I want to be the best seller you are proud of, the success that you have hard earned. I want to be your incentive, your motivation to wake up on
rough mornings when sleep betrayed you the night before.
You know, the dreams you have which make you realize that life isn’t that bad too? I want to be that dream, the smile that haunts you when you go to sleep, like a sweet taste in your mouth. I want to be the reason you feel strong and bold, the one thing you want to protect from the world. I want to be the mind and soul where you leave your mark after the doom, the temporary promise as the world says, but the constant preserved in your heart.
I want to paint you, sketch along each and every detail of your being. I want to be the colors of your heart. I want to give you the gift of immortality as a piece of art. I want to shade you, shade you from the evil of this world, the demons that are not me. I want to own and possess every detail, every nook and corner of you.
I need your insanity, your voice to ring in my ears, your image to dance in my mind. I need your hands to hold mine, your lips to kiss them, your eyes to communicate with mine, I need your grip to hold me in place when I stumble as I walk, your forehead
etched with worry as my eyes shut when I go dizzy. I need your scent to diffuse into me permanently so that it never evaporates.
You see it yet? I want and I need you to stay, stay right here as I coax you with my words. With you, I want all the clichéd part. I want to read books with my head resting on your shoulder under the night lamp, I want to sit on the counter as you cook our Friday night dinner. I want to be free, feel free but want to be caged in your heart, to go out and drink without worrying about life. I want to call you and break down, melt into a puddle
of emotions and sorrow as life turns hard. I want to sit by and watch your favorite television show as you make coffee for me on a cold winter day. I want to be like your like childhood dream come true, the dream you dreamt when you saw cartoons love their girls so much. I want you to be your favorite cartoon and me, me his love interest. Let me be the one who takes you into the world of your anime?
I need perfection, I dwell on it to live. But with you, perfect seems a sensation too less. With you, I don’t want perfect, I want natural. I want mistakes, I want to be one among them. I need the regret. I want to make you my decision that I know I won’t ever regret. I want to regret not taking it sooner, but you?I want you. I want to lose myself, my first kiss, my first fight, my first everything, damn. The first that I will never regret.
I think, I want the pain too. The one that silently sets in after every fight, the one that makes you want to give up every now and then. I want the pain, the tears and the making up. I want the broken sentences written by our broken hearts, our tainted
hearts. I want it to end, end it for a while till realization dawn. But then, we will both suddenly realize that the pain is not worth it, but you are worth me.
I want you. I need you. Will you make me your sweetness honey??