Want

I hope that you know,
Without a fraction of a doubt
In your beautifully complicated
And insanely fascinating mind,
That when I say
That I want all of you,
I mean it.
And I mean it without
A hint of romanticisation.
Because I know that others
Have gone before me, and said
Exactly this but I promise you
My darling,
This is not a lie.

I will want you at your worst,
With a heaving stomach,
When you’re ache infested;
At your sickest.
I will want you with tears
Streaming down your face
For every single reason,
Be it a spider, a death,
A love, a loss, a life.
I will want you in your nightmares,
I will want you when you steal the blanket.
And I will want you
Even when
You don’t want me.

And I know that
You’ve been broken
Too many times to count
But I want your cracked heart
And I want your conflicted brain.
I want the fingertips that seem
To ruin all that they touch.
I want to feed soft bedroom light
To your tired eyes and I want
To kiss
The tip of your nose,
Forehead, neck, hands, feet,
Shoulders, thighs, knees,
Everywhere.

So I promise to lend you
My headspace whenever yours
Is crowded with brilliant
And terrifying things.
I promise to take photos of you,
Especially when you aren’t looking.
I will try my absolute hardest
To inspire you always.
I will write love poems
On post-it notes
And leave them for you to find.
I will warm your feet on cold mornings,
And I will always run to kiss you
When you arrive home.

Just one one hundredth
Of your soul
Has to believe; that’s all.
Just take one leap.
Into arms that will be home,
Even when your own are not.
Into eyes that have always seen
The world, the stars, the light,
In you.
Into a heart that will lend itself
To your every scar.
Into ears that will never ignore.
Hands that will always hold and
Dreams that will always share.