I want

I want to see your smile and how your hair looks when it’s wet.

I want to feel your skin next to mine in bed.

I want your big eyes and your slim figure.

I want your tight hugs.

Your accent and the warmth in your voice.

Were we always so disconnected?

Maybe I only attract the flaws I can handle.

I think that’s true.

Maybe I wish that I had big eyes and a slim figure too.

My sadness and wanting cycle in and out.

My sadness demarks my life.

My sadness is like the period at the end of a sentence.

My sadness reminds me that I am alive.

My eyes and heart are in working order.

Was I always so disconnected?

Maybe I am the flaw waiting to be handled.

I want to know what’s true.