guts

I want to puke my heart out to you

And lie on your doorstep during a snowstorm

Until my lips turn ice cold like your heart.

I want my fist on your face,

But I want my lips on your eyes,

And your nose in my hair.

I want the company of your arms,

Your heartbeat intertwined with mine.

Your hands on my waist,

The freckles in your eyes.

I want to sit in the rain in the middle of the night until a car drives by.

I want to watch movies until sunrise and bathe under the moonlight.

I want to stick my feet in the water and have sand stuck to my dress.

Your hands on my shoulders while you’re giving eskimo kisses.

I want the comfort of your hugs,

And your ice cold feet on my toes.

I want to be safe in your arms.

I want to see your smile

And your eyes

And your hair

And your face.

I want to stop fantasizing about you,

And I want to stop daydreaming.

I want to see the real you, up close and personal.

I don’t want a figment of imagination dancing beneath my eyelids.

I want the real thing.

I want to feel your breath,

To know that you’re alive,

That you’re real,

That you’re really there.

I want it right now, for Christmas,

But maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

I want my smile on my face,

And I don’t want a fake one either.

I want a real one, like you.

I want you here,

I want you next to me,

But I guess I just want you.

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