I don't want to desire
waking up next to you
with limp limbs
and ruffled hair.

I don't want to daydream
about that chipped tooth
that appears when you smile
or when you say my name.

I don't want to play pretend
and imagine our lives
intertwined when we are 38
but still acting 17.

It's true.
I don't want any of these things.

I need them.

I need you to
fill my body
like the oxygen
in my lungs.

I need you to
hold me tighter
to you than
gravity to earth.

I need you to
read this and
see that you
need me too.