Wednesday, September 9, 2015

 I look at you and all I want is everything.

All of the books, movies, shows, songs.. They make sense.
All of the people that spend fifty years together make sense.
All of the paintings become clear and make sense.
I don’t want to see myself without you.
I don’t ever want to never hear your voice.

I love looking over at you pushing a shopping cart.
I love watching you make dinner.
I love hearing you laugh.
I love running my fingers through your hair when you’re sad.
I love kissing your forehead and calling it a noggin.
I love how people can see just how much of a dingus I am when I am next to you.
I’m so bad at saying it to you directly.
You know absolutely what I mean, anyway.
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