You're like a book I never want to put down,
where every page I turn pulls me deep into a place
where I realize that turning back for air
would be an impossible journey to make.
So I've accepted this as my fate.
There is no plan B, in fact there isn't even a plan A.
I've exhausted all those options.
I'm to the point where the only letter
I care about making plans for is U.
If you took just a glace at my latest chapter,
you'd see every letter, word, and sentence is this.
People are getting tired of hearing it but
I am far from tired of letting people know that
I am done with dreaming only in my sleep.
I must become the dream
where you draw the inspiration from
that keeps your quill in motion.
I want to live in your story
like every day was never-ending.
Just please don't ask me to be your knight in shining armor
because I don't care how shiny it is,
I'm never going to wear it when I have you in my arms.
And I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't completely scared of that idea,
but a long time ago I made a vow to scare myself at least once day.
And I'm not saying that you're simply just a means to an end,
I'm trying to say that you are the end and
I feel bad for whatever means to get in my way to reaching you.
Scared? You bet your *** I am.
But I think that's just the universe's way of breathing life back into me.
So let me fall deeper into your pages
till I am left without any air in my lungs
and I begin to see stars,
because your universe now
is the only place I care to draw breath from.