I want you to,
I want you to,
care,
fully,
read,
understand,
and love,
things like,
my favorite books.

Like
what you read between the lines…
the feelings that seem to emerge from reading a combination of words,
are about something bigger than you, and I.
Its just,
I want myself to desperately stop,
the constant feeling of not being able to breathe and
writing,
It seems like an endless trap filled with blinking cursors and an empty pages
about
sweet nothings, and memories that
you,
that you…made sure stayed between us like unspoken promises.

Its complicated
I want you
I want you
to feel
to love
those things that made
me like
the flaws and imperfections…
I
I understand the feeling of drowning now,
I desperately do,
because now you know what its like to really know,
love
people like you…
you.

Its complicated.
I want you to
I want you to
Want me.
Know what it feels to not be able to breathe.