Irrational

And we’ll eat grilled cheese, cos I’m a dork like that. You’ll make fun of my thermals and I’m cool with that. And my pale glow in the dark legs. We will build forts and pretend were ten again. Who am I kidding? I am eternally ten. But yeah, you’ll take all my frowns and stick them in your pocket. And I’ll collect all your smiles and keep them in my pocket. I’ll be a fool. But only in your presence. That’s a lie. I’ll lose myself. Set my pride to the side and let the passion run out. Am I being selfish? I don’t believe so cos I’ve waited way too long to feel something. And I’ll sleep like I always do but this time around. I’ll have someone to wake up to. And you’ll be on my side as I whisper. And it’ll be 4am but we’ll still be breathing. Staring into darkess as were bleeding. But that’s only metaphoric for the words we’ll be speaking. About shit that makes no sense but you’ll get me. Is it wrong of me to dream of a person that will complete me? In stalls, alleys and backseats? A person that will be the opposite of my cold touch? And I’ll be an everything to anothers touch? Be each others missing puzzle piece. And you’ll be sleeping very peacefully and I’ll just wait. Wait like words on page. No longer feeling empty. My depression will be there but you’ll mend it. And you’ll be so fucking optimistic that I hate it. Enough to embrace it. And you’ll hold the power and the lump of words in my throat. And I’ll act like such a girl. And everyone will wonder, “what the bloody fuck happened to her?” But that’s alright cos I’ll have your heart in my pocket. You’ll have my love in your pocket. And we’ll be two dumbasses. Sitting on a mattress. Laying in the dark and wondering out loud. And I’ll be fine cos I’d finally found someone to listen to the birds with at the crack of dawn…