Ready for what they speak of, as love.

Love, love, love. Oh, how I feel I'm ready for you. Even if I am so terrified of your presence.

I want the caress of a thousand midnights.

To feel that absence of sleep because I cannot miss watching yours.

I want the touch of your skin to ignite the oxygen in my lungs,

So that if I breathe I feel as though my chest is on fire.

 

The feeling of a drop in the midst of my stomach,

Whenever you say something that is less than perfect.

The ability for a face to turn my day to joy or horror.

For my bones to ache at the loss of your voice.

 

I want to see you in your darkest moments,

And for you to delve beneath the surface of my own.

To uncover some hidden ugliness,

To which we both can say we bathe in.

 

I want to see you when you’re the most vulnerable,

And to let you hold the blades to my spine,

To feel the cold, metal tinge of terror,

For the fact at any moment you could take complete control,

Of my body, my soul, my heart, my everything.

And drive it into my back, without a bit of remorse leaving my lips.

 

I want to give you everything.

I’m ready to give you everything.

 

I just have not found you yet.