I want to know your small parts
Every little scar
Every freckle
Every dimple
Every direction your hairs decide to go
I want to know your small parts
I want to know your favorite board game
I want to know the smallest things that steal your attention
I want to know your favorite color
I want to know your darkest nights
I want to know your favorite snack foods
I want to show you so much beauty
I want to show you how wonderful you are
I want to know you

There are people you've never met
who remind me of you
and that means I'm thinking about you
and chances are
you're not thinking about me

After
all this time,
it doesn't matter
who--
my mind
just seems
to wander
directly
back
to you.

I've been losing sleep these last few nights.
Usually this would upset me,
but as I lie here awake
with you on my mind,
warming my heart,
I can't help but wish
you were instead in my bed,
warming my body as well.
I have only smoked one cigarette in the last week.
I started to realize
that you're much more addictive.
It seems nicotine is no match for love.
I've been struggling to be happy
for some time now.
But as I look back over the years,
it's becoming clear I've always been
the happiest when you were there.
While the echo of your voice through
my speakers never fails to make me melt,
I know it'll never rival the day we
fall asleep in one another's arms.
So until it happens,
I hope we can make up for it.
Every moment we've missed.
Every moment we could have kissed.
Until then, I'll lie awake.
Losing sleep again,
for the best
and worst
reasons.