I want to love you.
God knows how pure my intentions are.
I want to be able to hold your cheeks when you're sad. I want to be the one who can make things lighter when your mind is defeating you in the middle of the night.
I want to love you. My heart is burning because of too much love and I don't even know what to do with these.
I want you to be happy—Even if it means seeing you with someone else. I will always want to see your eyes squint because of happiness.
I want you to be happy. Always. Because I love you.
YOU ARE READING
A.A.M.
PoetryTo the one whom my heart had chosen to stick with for the last eighteen months.