l o v e
to have someone to hold while you sleep,
arms and legs tangled with each other
in a way that is so kind and so pure.
to cry and have someone there
with open arms saying that you'll get through this,
not lying with the words "It will be alright".
someone who looks at you with the same pair of eyes
when your whole face crinkles up when you laugh
as you are when you radiate an energy so powerful
that you put the moon and all its stars to shame.
to be with someone who will look at you,
god, the way they look at you.
your hair messy,
and with the dark pools under your eyes
from all of your sleepless nights
thinking about them.
the way that they look at you
is filled with words unspoken.
words that don't need to be spoken.
and you know that they love you.
you and all of your imperfections
and all of your hurt.
l o v e
the one thing I long to know.