I'd be glad to hold your hand,
to cross the streets,
to have a bottle or two,
to watch the sun rise
with you

I will listen to your favorite songs,
the ones that help you sleep,
the one everybody thinks is weird,
that one you want to dance with

I'll be there when you need
someone to wipe your tears —
through ups and downs
throughout countless of years

I'd be glad to hear your secrets,
to see your face,
to hear your raspy voice,
to hold you
first thing in the morning

I'd share you all the late nights,
all the writing prompts I have in my head,
the last slice of a pizza,
that side of the bed


I will be with you
wherever you choose to stay
for the time being
or for the rest of your life

I'll save you a poem,
one that's waiting to be heard

and then I’ll save you a seat —
on dinner nights,
on the ride back home,
in the cafes

I would love to slow dance
with you all over again,
as I listen to you
hum the lyrics of my favorite classic


I’ll have you next to me,
skin on yours under the sheet,
in a dim-lit room
on a Sunday night,
as if there is no tomorrow

as if there’s only you and me
in this little sanctuary,
away from the tiresome reality

I’d die to make you
feel warm
and loved
and adored

I’ll be right next to you,
when you win your games,
even when you lose,

right next
when I don’t want to miss any
of your laughters and smiles

right next
when you’re falling asleep
or when you’re dreaming
about Slender man
and the things that haunt you

right next
when you feel like you’re
on the top of the world
and you feel like screaming

and rest assured,
I will be right there with you as well
at 3am, when you’re out of breath
and you feel alone

I can’t promise you
a perfect world,
but you can hold my hand
amidst all the chaos,
all the shadows,
all the wounded scars on your wrists,
amidst the troubled minds
and the uncertainties

I will be glad to hold you,
to be there,
to have you,

I have faith in knowing that
through it all,
I will love you still