I want to fall for you
like the old days,
insomniac teenagers counting stars.

I want to lose my breath,
my speech to stutter
when I lay my eyes on you.

I want late nights lost,
looking for you in the stars,
looking for you in my dreams.

I want love songs in my ear,
playing on repeat,
soft melodies I know by heart.

I want to sing songs
etched on my heart
to a picture of you
creased in my wallet.

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I want you. I do.
As much as you do.

I want love of birds—
free in their flight.

I want to soar in your love,
love of freedom.

I want a promise
to always be one.

I want your faith that I could
fight the world and win.

I don’t want love of reason—
not love of ration, but passion.

I don’t want love with rules,
where ‘you should,’ and ‘I should.’

I want you,
always near.

I want you, beside me.

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I want to fall for you
like the old days,
insomniac teenagers counting stars.