i want you as a lover and isn’t that selfish of me? here with all my unrequited love i am still trying to choke down like the ache of you not being able to love me back
and i don’t want nakedness no skin on skin aside from cupping the side of your face in the palm of my shaking hand
i want to feel your breath remnants of coffee and cigarettes a candle burned at both ends watching the sun rise twice in the same day
and i won’t try to hold your hand run my fingers through your hair kiss you with all the tenderness i have or try to make you stay but ******* i want to