I want to know you

 I want to know you.

I want to hear about your interests, 

Your favorite things, your problems, your thoughts.

I want to see the pale blue of your eyes up close,

glimmering as you speak softly and carelessly.

I want to be the reason behind your smile,

rendering me speechless as dimples appear upon your cheeks.

I want to be the one to sing along to the radio with you,

laughing as we try to hit all of the notes on key.

I want to hold your hand,

for hours upon hours, never letting go.

I want to wake up to your raspy morning voice,

watching as you wipe the sleep from your eyes.

I want to be the one to touch your soft lips with mine,

hearing your breath catch in your throat as you move closer.

I want to run my hands through your soft hair,

detangling the blond mess and smiling as you close your eyes.

I want to be the one to hold you close late at night,

when your demons come out to haunt you.

I want to wipe your tears away,

when the thoughts become too much to handle.

I want to lay my head on your chest,

listening to the heartbeat of the person who has somehow

enchanted me with their mere existence.

I want to be there for you, with you , near you,

constantly.

I want to learn every single thing about you.

I want to know you.