I find myself daydreaming in class just to be with you
I never used to daydream, but now my mind can’t stop taking myself to a place I’d rather be
I want to be with you.
Morning. Afternoon, Night
I want to be with you
And I want to explore the intricate lines on your hand
Fuck. Actually no-
I just want to do what everyone else out there is doing
I want to be next to you and do boring things because to me, at this moment, with us:
That is what seems exciting
I want to stay up and drink tea and contemplate how we don’t know what we are doing with our lives
Yeah that’s right
I miss you, and I want you
And god dammit I miss what it feels like to share my body with you
Romantically or purely pleasurably
I miss the way your hands moved over my body
Or when you just kissed my forehead as we watched Dr.Who
I miss the way you said “come here” and brought me close when the world was too big and I was too small and I wished I had all the answers
All I wonder about is when I can see you next
When can you be tangible to me?
I want to eat indian food with you because I love indian food
And I want to do everything I love and have you there to share it with
I want to throw everything I love at you, and hope you can love it too
Because when I’m with you, I want to show you everything so you can smile just as wide as I am
And I want you to throw yourself at me, because I want you to want me to love you
Ah, what is love?
I just want to cook you breakfast, every other morning
Because obviously you’d be responsible for the days I don’t cook
And I want to not have to say that “I miss you”
Or “Hopefully soon” “Distance sucks” “One day”
Fuck one day.
One day could be today.
But it isn’t
So I’m stuck daydreaming
Holding onto yesterday
Onto I miss you.
Let me tell you, your picture is only worth a thousand words
But being with you is worth a dictionary
And if that isn’t the best pick of line I’ve ever written then shit, I have some work to do
So the days pass
Because that is what days do
And each day you cross my mind
A thousand times
And well, 365 days have passed since we met and it’s 32 days since you left
It gets better, the days become more dull and I get used to falling asleep alone
But I can’t help falling asleep with your name on my tongue and the thought of your arms around me
I miss your body
And your voice
The smell of you that lingers on my pillow
And I want you here. Now.
Shit, I want to memorize the lines of your hands
I don’t want romance, I just want to crazy dance in my basement because we do that
And I want to spin around you and forget everything except how my hair flies and my heart skips
When I’m dancing with you.
I want to forget that when we are together, in hours you could be on a plane somewhere far out of my reach
Or that you live too many miles away to easily visit
I miss your dimples
And how difficult you are to get up in the mornings
I want you here
Next to me
And one day we will invent a telaporation device
And I’ll stop complaining, because you will be here.
I won’t have to miss you
And happiness will ensue