I want to be a word
A word that brings a smile to your lips every time it touches the tip of your tongue
That you write, scribble out and rewrite just for the sake of reading it again
That you don’t want to spoil by saying too often because it feels special

I want to be a thought
A thought that drops itself back into your mind every time you push it out
That roots itself deep and lets other thoughts branch out from it, each sweeter than the last
That you don’t mind distracting you because what better is there to think of

I want to be an ache
The pain you feel in a corner of your heart
That burns and breaks
That stops common sense from soothing your unsettled mind
Until you see me
And the pain sweetens and starts to make sense

Because that’s what you are to me

Are we perfect because there's no forever,
We can't learn to hate ourselves together.
Inside and outside show the same,
Love lust, quick release, just a game.
There is nothing there that we could cover,
No feelings that we smothered.
If it's not love then it can't hurt,
Climbing into bed without a word.

Slowing down would mean boredom,
So we're left with no time to find the problem.
The role of both a lover and friend,
A candle wick rope lit at either end.
Now, alone with time to dwell,
The idea doesn't sit quite so well.
A memory can't help the mending.
Short and sweet always has an ending.

Are you just my fixation?
A figment of some sweet imagination?
If I picked your life apart
To see what I could have known from the start,
Would I find myself happy
In the face of a reality?
Or sad? As, broken at the seams,
I see the remnants of my tentative dream.