Late at night like this,
I crave cigarettes.
I don't smoke,
Although, I think it might calm my nerves.

Late at night like this,
I want to walk around outside.
I want to see the lights,
Look at the sky
And not be afraid of the danger of strangers.
I want to embrace the beauty in them.

Late at night like this,
I crave a guy beside me.
To hold me
And kiss me
And be consumed by the warmth of his body.

Late at night like this,
I crave the freedom
That only friends and the open road
Have to offer.

I don't get these things
So instead, I lay here starting at the ceiling,
My heart heavy
My body numb
And my soul empty.

i love the way you hold my hand so tight
like if you let go, i'll be gone forever
and the way i can't tell if it's your palm sweating or mine
i love that i don't mind

i love the way your voice sounds after you kiss me
breathy and soft, and nervous
almost shaky
you remind me what it's like to be fifteen again

i love how delicately you touch me
like i'm something precious, something treasured
something breakable
because i am

i love how you say "i'm yours" instead of "you're mine"
because you understand that love and possession aren't the same
and i have every part of you as you have, me
forever and ever, "and ever and ever and ever"

i love the way your hands shake when they touch my cheek
the way your fingers tremble as they hover above my skin
how you hesitate before every move you make
like you're scared to mess up, like i'm something you can't risk losing

the only thing i don't love
is that i can't manage to spit out the only words
that occupy my mind when i'm with you
"i love you"