Letter Box ~ A Book of Un-Posted Letters

Favourite mistake

I want to be someone's favorite mistake.

I want to be someone's first thought when they'll wake up in the morning and before they go back to sleep.

I want to be someone's hangover, an addiction worth enough to die for.

I want to be a real dream when I'm right next to them and their nightmare when l'm not.

I want to be a reason for somebody to smile, laugh and giggle.

I want to be a reason of somebody to write a poem who never had any way with words.

Infact, I even want someone's reason to cry when I'll retrieve to the path of darkness.

I want to be a metaphor of someone's poem, understood by all.

I want to be the very reason for someone to get through their day.

I want to witness the sacred kind of love in their crystal clear eyes.

I want to be loved, this time.

I want to be a wish in someone's prayer who has never bowed his head to God.

I want to feel the essence, the craziness, the adventure and the sins, love beholds.

I want someone to make me believe in everything cliché about love and togetherness.

I want someone to stand right beside me and push me to face my fears without losing the grip of my hands.

I want someone to love me as much l've loved someone, before.

I want someone to acknowledge my anxious self and understand that I need reassurance and affection.

I want someone to look at me when kohl in my eyes has ruined whole of my face and tears have dried and still not think of me as any less beautiful.

I want someone to understand that I want to be loved for both, the storms raging inside my mind and calm in my smile.

Sometimes, when l'll conclude myself to be selfish for wanting so much, I want someone to tell me that this is the only kind of love I always deserved.