Let me get outside my comfort zone here and tell you exactly what I want.
I want to be that girl on the billboard to which you will drive by every morning and smile.
I want to wake up and smell the remainder of your perfume on my clothes.
Not wake up next to you, but next to your scent, that way I can miss you long enough to want you more.
I want to be able to show you the many faces that I possess.
Mainly, I would like to bind my insecurities with yours, that way we won’t be afraid anymore.
I want to wait until the 3rd date, if there will be one at all, to kiss away all the mystery that lay hidden before.
I am a fool for mystery.
Or maybe I am lying. I want to kiss you right now, but then show you to the door right after.
Nothing more, nothing less.
I want to walk in the streets knowing the only person you can see is me.
I want to be able to let go of your hand and cross the street on my own without worrying about what will happen to you.
I want to close my eyes and imagine what we could be, without having to be anything
I want to hold on to the memories and let go of the inbetweens.
And most of all, I want to jump into that cold lake with you and see where we both land.
I want to be afraid of what is to come and what isn’t to come.
I want to breathe in that ‘lust’ that I hear has been sprayed all over our generation
I don’t want to love. I don’t want to last.
I just want to hug. And then move on fast.
I want to feel the dangers of getting attached, without really getting attached.
I want you to be my fling. Just for a day, just to have a thing.
Or maybe just a week, long enough for your touch to possibly make me weak.
That is all I seek.