I wanna be the drug in your syringe
Inject me into your skin
I'll patch up those holes in your veins
From the inside out
I wanna be the vase you pick flowers for
and leave on your night stand
I'll bleed lavender into your dreams
while you sleep
I wanna be the water that flows through
the stream behind your house
Swim with me
I'll cradle you peacefully
I wanna be the pillow you rest your head on
Cry over me
I'll absorb your tears deep into me
I wanna be the CD you play on your way to work
Sing along to me
I'll take you there safely
I wanna be the broken glass
window at your mom's house
I wanna show you
I wanna be the rear view mirror
on your dad's wrecked pick up truck
I wanna show you
I wanna be the notebook
you filled with angry words in high school
I wanna know you
I wanna be the guitar
you first found yourself with
I wanna know you
I wanna taste the stutter in your voice
The brink of your vulnerability
I wanna breathe in your pain
Over a cigarette
On your back porch
I wanna breathe you in
*I want to be in your bed
I swear everything you
say goes straight to my head
I want to be in your bed

These are the kind of thoughts that I feel like I need to swallow
because they're on a level of pathetic that I can't even admit to myself.
It's that level of pathetic that really makes a person naked.

The deep dark corners of a person.
It's the trigger of the first tear.
And it all boils down to you.

Your simple acknowledgment of self scares me.
Your self-awareness kills me because
it brings you closer to realizing
that you can do better than me.

*And then what do I do
with this epic love I feel for you?

I like to pretend I don’t have emotions
In my mind I’m better then those weak-kneed, angsty teenage girls who write about true love in their journals but have never worked up the nerve to actually talk to a boy
I enjoy my feeling of superiority
But no human is without their flaws
My flaw happens to be you
When you’re near I seek out the nearest mirror and check my reflection
Fix my hair
Straighten my shirt
I clear my throat as I try to slow down my pulse
I tell myself to breathe, slowly; inhale, then exhale.
And when our encounter is over
And we’ve gotten no closer
To the place I long to be -in your beautiful freaking arms
I walk away and daydream of our lives together
Next thing you know I’ll be scribbling your name all over my notebook.
You turn me into a cliché I never thought I’d be
******* you and your beauty

…and your charming personality

…and your perfect smile

…and your witty remarks

Just ******* you.