I want to be loved until the loneliness lets me go.
I want your hands to find mine in the dark.
I want something real enough to fucking hurt.
I want to feel chosen, not merely wanted.
I wanna write poems on your skin with my lips.
I want your heartbeat pressed against mine like a confession.
I want the kind of closeness that makes the whole world disappear.
I want to drown in your eyes and come up still wanting more.
I want passion without fear, tenderness without conditions.
I am starving for something I can finally call home.
For someone who doesn’t flinch when I show them every broken piece.
For kisses that say everything my mouth is too afraid to admit.
For a love that burns slowly but never leaves me cold.
I want to be held like there is nowhere else you would rather be.