I'm in this odd shape of existence with you.
And I don't want to leave.
I want to bar the door so no one else can be between us, but you and I.
I want you.
I want your arms wrapped around mine.
I want your love, and your body as your sweat sticks to mine.
I want you.
I want your laughs, jokes, mistakes, and anger.
Some think I'm crazy, some think I just need a glass of wine,... but if you truly knew me? You'd know that all I need is
YOU.
A "you", they say. Who is this "you"?
I'm not sure yet. Or maybe I am.
But I do know that he's out there, somewhere, staring into my eyes and saying in a toned whisper,
"don't leave me, my love".
