Like a spoilt brat,
Unsatisfied with the playroom full of toys,
Ungrateful for the happiness they swim in.
Like a spoilt brat,
I want more.
I want your face within my hands.
I want your arms around my fragile shell.
I want your heart within my chest.
I want my scent taming every cell on your body.
I want my touch to stain every thing you possess.
I want your lips to only be familiar with mine.
I want your eyes to be the only ones that trace every edge of my body.
I want you to share the oxygen that only I can breathe.
I want you to re-write the stories that have cursed my skin.
I want you to blind me with that crooked smile of yours.
I want to study the lines that form around your eyes and lips when you smile.
I want to wake up to your shell wearing this sweater of yours, for a change.
I want to directly hear the raw frequency of your voice.
I want you Demon.
I want your flames to burn me alive.
I want to melt, disappear, rebirth and become one with you.
He is like a bottle that is easy to open,
Easy to talk to, approachable, even under the scorching sun.
My inner self flowed easily with no awkwardness,
Flowed like water or beads of a broken necklace.
I spoke my mind with no filter, no second thoughts,
And waited patiently for what the new conversation brought,
As it revealed another trait for me to admire,
Or a common interest, or a common desire.
But do not misunderstand and leap to conclusions,
I am not being one of those girls who hope with false delusions,
Thinking about a relationship and a happy ending.
I’d rather live in the moment and openly share all that is trending.
At this point I am trying too hard to rhyme,
And match every word of this poem with it’s given time.
Returning back to the topic and the focus of this writing,
To the heart of my soul that has been igniting,
Since the time he defended me and claimed my perfection,
And found his personality walking along mine in a parallel direction.
As short as this moment may last,
I’ll cherish every millisecond until it slowly pasts ~