i want to kiss you.
i want to scan your face with my hands.
i want to know what i'd find.
i hope you know this isn't a joke.
you are pure light and i think i am the depths of space.
you are a star.
you make me glow and feel warm.
i hope i'm messing everything up again.i think it'd be so easy to sink into your chest.
i want to say your name.
i want to call you baby for short.
i want to hold your hand after waking up
and we will laugh
and tell each other about the dreams we had.
i want you to tell me about your birthday.
i want you to tell me you hate this.
you hate me.
i want to fall asleep in your chest and have you
kiss my head a second, 8 a.m. goodnight.
i hope i can make you feel lucky but
i know you'll end up feeling guilty.but, baby, i want your lips on mine.
my hand in your hair.
i want your lips down my neck.
i want your breath in my ears.
i want you to call me Comfort.
call me Distraction.
call me when you want me.
you say the sweetest things when you feel lonely.i want you to kiss back.
— baby for short.
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Poetryin which my mind plays tricks on me //poems (personal)