I want to be a word
A word that brings a smile to your lips every time it touches the tip of your tongue
That you write, scribble out and rewrite just for the sake of reading it again
That you don’t want to spoil by saying too often because it feels special

I want to be a thought
A thought that drops itself back into your mind every time you push it out
That roots itself deep and lets other thoughts branch out from it, each sweeter than the last
That you don’t mind distracting you because what better is there to think of

I want to be an ache
The pain you feel in a corner of your heart
That burns and breaks
That stops common sense from soothing your unsettled mind
Until you see me
And the pain sweetens and starts to make sense

Because that’s what you are to me