I want to read the words you write to yourself
I want to see the pictures you paint with no one else in mind
I want to see the butterflies you dream up with eyes wide open
I want to hear the words that whisper you to sleep

I want to see who wakes you up each morning
I want to know what you see when your eyes are closed
I want to hold the hand that helps you breathe straight
I want to be the thought keeping you from jumping