Poems.

Want.

I want to love him properly.
I want to wrap my arms around his waist.
I want to bury my head in the crook of his neck and listen to his heartbeat.
I want to hear it slow down as he drifts off.
I want to wake up with him still groggy so I can hear his morning voice- even though he might still be sleeping.
I want to feel his hand trace the small of my back before waking up entirely.
I want to dance my fingertips across his palms- ghosting over them so slightly for him to feel a buzz on his skin.
Squeezing it in times of happiness, uncertainty, doubt, or anxiety.
I want him to come over on one of my bad days and engulf me in affection.
I even want the bad times.
When we fight and tell each other that we're being ridiculous.

I just want to love him properly.