Poetry Feelings

forty-three

i just want to be in love.
i want to hold someones hand in the passenger seat.
i want to get drunk with them and lick the liquor off their lips and tell them how beautiful and wonderful they are to me.
i want to have someone to text when something good happens, when something bad happens, and everything in between.
i want to stay up late talking about our dreams and wake up with my head on their chest and go out for breakfast the next morning.
i want to buy them corny presents and and write them cute letters and take photo booth pictures and lay in the fields and laugh until we kiss.
i want to go to sleep with love in my chest instead of the bitterness.