I want you to trust me enough
to tell me even your deepest secrets,
the ones buried so deep
they live in the marrow of your bones.

I want you to map out the story of yourself,
the one running through your veins
so I can trace it back
to your heart.

I want to be enough to make you feel
even when your nerve endings have died
and your brain has gone numb.
I will wake you from your coma.

I want to interlace our fingers
never to let go,
while I hold every ounce of your hope
in my sweaty palms.

I want to tell you who I am,
the story written in my scars,
shattered hopes, tainted memories,
and rare smiles.

I want you to open your ears
and let it all pour in
but if it is too much,
I will not let you drown.

I want our indivdiual stories,
our tapestries full of different things,
to allow themselves to grow
and wrap themselves up in one another.

And I want us to do the same,
as our stories interlock
we will follow suit
because I am infatuated with you.