I want to write something for someone.
And I want it to mean something.
Like.. I want the words to become a disease
That they don't want a cure for.
I want the letters to become an annoyance
That they love to hate.
Or hate to love.
And I want them to inhale it.
Want them to roll it up, take a hit
Then pass it back,
Just so we can be on the same level.
And I want the cups to fill.
Pour love into wine glasses
And drink till the night becomes a blur,
And I want to dance.
In slow motion
To music that does not exist
And I want the last kiss
To be the first one that matters.
And then I want curl into a ball
And let his arms caress the smallness of me.
And I want to look up and find him staring at me
And then I want to pretend like I don't like it
So that he turns away,
Just so I can stare right back.
And I want to sing to him.
Anything he wants.
His personal jukebox.
Hum my heart's secrets.
And then I want him to say he's tired.
So I can grab his hand and lead him to the bed.
And then well..
I want what happens next to happen in the most
Desirable, and unforgettable way.
I want him to reminisce about it later,
And tell his friends that he can't even describe it
Because we wrote it
And nobody else would understand the jiberish
Written within those bed sheets.
And I want to wake him up in the middle of night
With a short kiss on his temple,
And he'll blink his eyes and wrinkle his nose
Like its midday and the sun is shining through the windows
But it'll be just me,
And him and there won't be any love,
And we'll pretend like tomorrow doesn't exist
And just relish in the moment.
And then when we wake up,
He'll kiss me on the cheek.
And i'll smile,
With my eyes still closed
Because waking up from this dream would be
And I promise to make the moment last as
Long as possible.
Even if it's only for one night.
And I promise not to make it a big deal.
And I promise that tomorrow
When every thing goes back to normal,
And reality sets in,
And the worlds harsh truth's are coming at with
Their broken promises,
And all the memories start to play on the
That I will remember the night as it was.
And that's it.
The Holding Of One's Breath
15 hours ago