I want you

This is what I mean when I say I want you.

I want your full teeth soaking in my gap tooth.

I want you to be my cover when my team is losing.

I want your laughter escorted by painful memories. I want you.

That incomplete side only you know, the embarrassing story of how you wet your bed at 9.

I want you, I want you on days when you don't feel like it, I can be mute, and walk pass while you groan to yourself.

I want a you that is grown, I don't like drama that drains my soul.

I want your baby pictures, those one with budging eyeballs.

Yes, I just want you.

I want you so much that I would be aware of the days the world has broken you.

I want you enough to lean on your shoulders, to tell you it will be better.

I want you.

I want you to talk when we are quietly facing storms, I might know you, But I'd like to hear your words.

I want to see your brokenness before God, I want to see your flaws.

I want you.

I want you, the sincere you; I want your humble rebuke.

Oh no!! I hate traumatic words.

I want you

I want to tell from your eyeballs, how you day went, how much you fought; I want you.

I want you enough, to be silly and free, real and fulfilled, opened enough to repair us.

I want you so much.

I want to know you.

I want you.

Because this generation is mixing love up.

I want you.

I want you to forgive.

I want you to put in efforts.

I want you not giving us up over every little fight and small talks.

I want you to know that this is not a favour, that you need me; not because you are not good alone, but I make you better.

I want you to make me smile when I think of you.

I want you tonight.

Not just merge your body in mine.

But to lay on the bed while I whisper how my day went, and cry over the pains I felt.

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