I’m laying awake and still so you won’t wake up and leave me
I like just watching you sleep but like it even more when you wake up just long enough to pull me closer.
I want to be brave like your spine that so dangerously walks the path between the blades of your shoulder, so sharp and angled to perfection
I want to be the two folds behind your ear to hear your secrets and be that much closer to getting in your head
I want to be your pointed smile, the grin that had an arrow aimed straight to my heart
I want to be the hair that falls in your eyes when you flip through a dusty book
I want to be the chills on your arms in the breezy nights so I may be under your skin
I want to be your talented, graceful hands to just be a part of you, to feel what you feel
I want to be your ribs that jut out from your skin to be close to your heart and have to responsibility of keeping it safe and warm
I want to be the green in your eyes that sees the world in ways I’ll never know
Maybe I’m lucky to be me…just to know what it’s like to love you