I want to write you terrible poetry about the way you look at me,
and paint you pictures of your favorite things that leave a sparkle in your eye.
I want you to hold my hand with the thought of never letting go because you're scared of what could happen if you did.
I want you to read me your favorite passage from your favorite book,
and let me just listen to your voice as the words fall from your lips.
I want you to touch me in the places where I fell for someone else but they didn't catch me, and kiss me, whispering on my lips that you'll never drop me.
I want you to want me as much as I want you.