I Want...

I know there are comments. And I love that some of you still take the time to leave me notes. Honestly, I'm on a good dose of sensory overload and I haven't read them all, but I will respond in some way. Eventually. I promise. Because I really do appreciate your words.

I want to know exactly how you like your coffee

the little things that piss you off

the moments that make you smile

I want to know what your favorite food is.

I want to know what your darkest fears are.

I want to feel

to see

to know

all of the things about you that you thought no one could ever fucking love

and love you anyways.

I want to know what wounded you and trace your scars 

I want to breathe with you

and float inside your mind

to follow the trails of your dreams through the rain

and watch the world go insane.

I want to know what your favorite smell is

what you think when you're not sleeping

the dreams you have of me

I want to know what your favorite tea is

to feel

to see

to know

all of the things about you that you thought no one could ever fucking love

and love you anyways.

I want to touch your soul

and know completely this feeling of being whole.