I want to kiss poetry between your lips and make you go weak in the knees.
I want to be your Autumn quiver and summer hope.
I want to be your comforting hug when you’re low
and your partner in crime when you’re on-the-go.
I want to be your star, always shining and bright.
I want to be your London streets, always hopeful and happening.
I want to be all of those things that you want.
I want to be yours in the bluntest and deepest ways.
I want to be the last word on your lips and your first wake up call.
No I don’t want to be just your 3 AM thought.
I want to be the thought that never goes from your mind.
I want to be someone you miss when you’re surrounded by people,
celebrating your achievements.
I want to be the face you look for in a room full of people.
I want to be the voice that keeps you sane
and the smile that brightens up your greys.
I want you to smile hopelessly like a retard each time you talk about me,
because I want to be your Christmas mornings, crimson fireworks and sea tides.
For damn once, I want to be all of those things that you are to me.