the shattered soul, following close but nearly twice as slow.

i wanted to trace the lines of your palm with my fingers all day. and hang out in my bed listening to music and play with your hair all night. and smell your neck and tickle your armpits with my nose and breath. and tease you about past shit just so you could give me that look and smile you give me when i tease you. i'd love a picture of that look. i wanted to count the freckles on your nose and kiss the ones on your lips and play connect the dots with the ones all over your body. the final image would be you, it would be *****. i wanted to draw on your knees with just my hands. and spell out your name and mine. i wanted to lay on my stomach and devour you with my eyes, and hold you with my soul and love you with my heart. i wanted to listen to your breathing and rest my head on your chest so i can listen to your heart beat. and feel your warmth and goosebumps when i kiss your neck and legs. i wanted to be the reason your skin shrunk. the reason you cry and especially the reason you smiled. i'd rip out my ribcage and build you a home with it if it meant you'd be with me.