I want you
at 3 in the morning
when were so busy with getting wasted
fighting our fears
since we stopped fighting each other.
I want you
real, raw and breathing
i want to trace your scars as you tell me their stories
voice shaking, but still proud
I want you
and your loneliest thoughts
your tangled ribs
and your bruised knuckles
i want you
when you're breathing
but barely alive.