I want to fall in love with a poet/hippie who loves me back and who writes poetry that I get and understands that I stay up all night shoving the nightmares away. Somebody who smokes cigarettes, so we can argue about the little things. Get drunk with me, get high with me. But not all the time, we'll have each other. Let's do silly things, let's mini golf and cook and love and be lovers. And hold me tight. And please. Please. Please mean it when you say that you won't go.