cigarette smoke.

an ode to someone beautiful

stars cannot compare to your
glow
and i'd backdrop into the abyss if
you told me too,
but i know u wouldn't bcs
you love me the same way that i love u
you
you you you-
i want to tattoo your name on my arm so that i remember it for inspiration;
is it okay to want that?
to want at all?
greed is a sin but so is sloth,
ignorance is foretold when you (i, me,)
cannot ask questions.

that's what gets me, bcs, because,
i want to know it all
what your hands feel on mine
what ur name will mean when i
say it too ur face
lovely
touch the sky w u on my mind and fly w/o falling bcs i'd only be thinking happy thoughts.
taste the sun in the smell of your hair and know it all
when u say my name back
cuz ever little thing i need is written on your mouth
and sometimes i wonder if you'll leave me without it.
wanting for knowledge but
never
  never
    never
getting it;
the way ur hands feel on mine; hearing u sing in the shower; watching u fail at cooking; watching u succeed at cooking; rollerblading in the rain; watching a horror movie together and lovely i have so many it makes my head hurt thinking abt it.

i want to know it all.

what do you say?