I could spend hours
just running my fingers
through your soft hair.

I want to sit, cuddled next to you,
watching movies for hours;
laying my head on your shoulder,

I could fall asleep next to you,
one of a kind,
because I'm uncomfortable laying  near anyone else.

I want to lay in the grass,
listening to our Zunes,
at the end of a warm summer day.

I want to watch scary movies with you,
so I have an excuse
to hide in the crook of your neck.

I want to kiss you again
(why has it only happened once?)
but you know I have crippling anxiety.
(So please, go ahead and take the initiative)

I want.

All I want
is to lay on my bed,
under the navy blue comforter,
(with the lime green
dead body outline)
in your arms.
Not ******,
just laying together.
My head on your chest,
your arms wrapped around me.
The gentle rise
and fall of your chest
under my cheek.
Music playing gently
in the background.
Your thumb gently
brushing back
and forth, maybe
you gently rub
my back. Maybe
you lean down
every now and
then to press a small
kiss to my forehead
or to gently,
ever so gently
nibble lightly on
my neck
with your lips, like
how you do
sometimes when
we hug
in the hallways.
But for now I'll
have to substitute you
with my body pillow,
pretending that it's you,
so I'll fall asleep.