Hypotheticals
If possible
I want to survive on your exhales
breathe in your anxieties
your adrenaline and sobs.
I want to be your morning coffee
making each sunrise a little easier
making the day seem a little less long
I want your thoughts as my dessert
delicately indulging
knowing when to stop
I want my fingers to trace your outlines
mend your boundaries
never sneak across borders
never break down walls
I want to be your favorite sweater
to cling to you in the cold
to find comfort in each other's skin
to hide insecurities from the mirror
I want us to grow together like vines
climbing towards the sky
leaves turned upward for the sun
Our paths will intermingle
weave together forever growing longer
never halting
never turning more red than blue
I want all of this
because I love you