You constantly make it impossible for us to talk.
I want to wind myself around your body.
Feeling your soft skin placed ever so delicately against mine.

I want to constantly hold your hand.
Entwining our fingers ever so vividly.
Holding your hand tightly so you don't blow away into the sky.

I want to write your name across the sky with clouds.
Because for now, for recently,
you are all the clouds in my sky.

It is not the mere thought of you that entrances me.
It is the way you smile at the simplest things.
It's the way you entangle our bodies from behind.
It's the way I feel your hot breath sharp against the back of my neck when I'm tangled in your arms like the numb, depressed human being that I am.
To put it simply, it's the way you exist.

You are ever so endearing to me, and I will constantly tell you.
No matter how often you constantly tell me to leave.