i wish you knew how pretty of a shade of blue your eyes are,
the way your eyelashes frame them with delicate curls.
i wish you knew the way my chest feels like a helium balloon
when you laugh at a joke i make, the way you light up,
the curve of your mouth and the line of your teeth.
i wish you knew the way your hands feel when our fingers are intertwined,
warm and safe and i want to never let go.
i wish you knew the way i am always overflowing for you,
the way you put sparks under my skin and the way my heart
always rests in the base of my throat, like it wants the chance to see you.
i wish that i could show you the rhythms of your own voice,
the push and pull of syllables when you tell me about your day,
your friends, your hobbies, your loves and hates
and the things that have settled into the cracks of your brain.
i wish i could remember every single detail,
have a scrapbook database of all the things you've ever said,
all the ways that sunlight and stoplights have colored you ethereal.
i want to give you flowers and deep easy sleeps
and to unwind the knots in your shoulders.
i want to give you the moon and the stars and every record
you've ever wanted, want to send you to see all the people
who have ever positively impacted you, want to raise the dead
and risk hellfire for you.
i want to show you what you mean to me.
i want to be able to tell you.
i want you to know what i would give for you,
and i wish i knew the keynotes on how to make you irrevocably happy.
i wish i knew how to tell you to call me,
not just if you need to but if you want to,
because hearing you breathe is as good as ****** to me,
and you make cute sounds in your sleep but also sometimes
i want to wake you just to try to save you from
whatever it is that makes you groan.
i wish i knew how to save you from the things that weigh down on you.
i want to know how to help you with the things that weigh down on you.
i wish i could give you everything;
i know that you would really prefer to do it alone, to work for it.
i want to tag along, though, if that's okay with you.
because someone needs to tell you that you're cute,
and you deserve more love than i know how to give
but i want to at least try for you.
i wish you knew.
i want you to.
my darling deserves the world tbh