I want to own you. I want you to be near me all the time. I want to never lose the smile on your face, to always hold your hand close to mine. I want to have you in every way possible.
I want you to be mine.
I want to own the sparkle in your eyes, the silk of your skin, the taste of your breath and the scent of your hair and everything that makes you who you are. I want it to become me.
I want you to become me.
I want us to become one.
We could shine through the sky together, shooting bright like a meteor, dazzling those on the ground with a trail of stars. We could be the dolphins leaping through the ocean, dancing in the deep azure without a care in the world. We could be the atmosphere, the electricity of the moment. We could bottle ourselves up to remember it and unleash the feeling of pure freedom whenever we're lost.
You're my freedom. I feel fantastic when you're around, like I can't breathe simply because I'm in such awe. I feel strong, powerful, anything I could ever want to be. You're a breath of fresh air in this world that strangles me, you're the soft, comforting touch on my shoulder when I'm shaking in the corner of my bedroom. You're the soothing sound of piano music I put on the gramophone when I'm at the point of pulling my hair out, tugging on it and wishing it was yours, even for just one more moment.
You're my everything.
The rich chestnut of your hair, the deep cerulean of those eyes, the enigma of your soul. I want to crack all your codes.
You're my little secret.
Nobody knows what's going on inside you. Nobody knows who or what you are. Even I have only had the slightest glimpse, the window to your soul opening just a crack before you yank down the blinds and reinforce it twice as much as before. Sometimes I wish I'd never asked. When your insight and wisdom leaves me stranded, I find myself lost in the depths of your mind, wading through the fog and trying to find your comfort again.
But I love those misty moors. I love your words, those that curl on your tongue before they spill from your gentle lips. The way they dance on your breath and reveal the world to me one at a time, and then all at once, a sudden gush of power and glee and every emotion anybody has ever felt overflowing from between that rosy flesh.
I feel perfect when I'm by your side.
You make me feel beautiful. Your gaze caresses me when I'm down, your touch slides against my skin and calms me until I feel like I'm worth your presence. Your heart, your mind, your soul are telling me that I do deserve you, and I can feel it emanating from you. When you're around, I'm bathed in golden rays of power and self-indulgence. You do everything for me and, in return, I would give you my all.
Please take it.
I can't express enough how much I need you. I can't express enough how much I wish you would take everything I have, take it all so that all I can focus on is you. I want you to be my all, my everything, my life. I want you to have possession of me like I have possession of you, your very soul intertwined with mine until we're soaring through the sky together. And when I die, remember not to leave me.
I wouldn't be able to stand it if you left me.
If you left me I would crumble. A broken wall with nowhere to lean against, nothing to support it except for the bugs eating it away piece by piece will never stand alone, and can only crumble into the ground. I would disintegrate until there was nothing left but an echo of what I once was. And even that would sound like you.
Write me a symphony. I want to hear it spilling from the speakers, hear it reverberating off the walls and ringing around my ears for the next century. I want to hear you humming it to yourself, clicking the roof of your mouth and tapping your pencil against your cheek as you pen down the notes that will dictate your destiny. I want you to show me who you can be, show me your potential, show me your soul.
I want you to be who you are. For me.