I want to be held, I want to hear its ok, that no matter what else happens you love me, that im fine the way i am.
I want you to hold me when it hurts so bad I can move. I want you to wipe away my tears as you let me cry.
I want you to sweep me off my feet, I want to stay up all night talking about music and guitars, foreign politics, how we will change the world.
when i hide away with a bottle, i want you to pull up a chair and drink with me.
i want you to think im gorgeous when i get dressed up for you, but stunning when my make ups smudged and my hairs a mess.
i want you to talk to me, to tell me whats going on in your life, and ill tell you about mine.
I want you to write songs about me, I want you to stay up late thinking about me, knowing that Im here thinking of you too.
I want to be able to lie with you with no expectation of sex. I want you to wrap your arms around me and hold me so tight that nothing in the world matters anymore.
i want you to fill my heart up with so much joy and happiness at being with you that there is no room for this pain.
The worst thing is, I had you. You rang me back when I hung up, you chased after me when I ran away, you held me as I screamed, you reminded me who you and everyone around me was when it would hurt so much I couldnt remember.
I had all of this. And I couldnt love you back.