Is it too much to ask that I might want someone to love the little things
That I might want someone to love not just me
But how my favorite number is thirteen because people say its bad luck
Or how I think that bad luck is sneezing three times in a row
Is it too much to want them to know
That I like swimming with my socks on
It makes me feel like a duck, like I'm free
Like I can escape everything
Or what if I want them to know of the land of all my vivid dreams
Is it not enough
To know and to love the little things
And to not only that
But to give me some of your own
To share that part of yourself with me
Everyone seems so intent on keeping that side of them locked up and thrown away
They're so afraid of other people
Of letting them in
Of what they'll think
Of what they'll say
I just want to love you
I want you
I don't want what you think I want
I'm telling you
Right here
Right now
In every single possible way
I want to love you
All of you
Every last part of you
I want the good and the bad
And the "I don't do sweets" lecture
I want every night and day
And getting sick because we danced in the rain for too long
I want the cliché and the original
I want to defy everything that they say love is
and I want to give that love, all of that love
To you
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Therapy
PoetryTherapy is a poetry book that will come to be comprised of four categories: Where I was, Where I am, Where I want to be, and Why. As of right now, all poems published will be uncategorized as I am simply going wherever the wind may take me. By the...
