I want to be your Sunday morning. And not the kind you look at with regret or confusion as stale alcohol is the first thing you smell, wondering how we even got here.
I want to be the kind of thing that makes you want to stay.
I want to be the first thing you look at with a smile as you brush a piece of my hair behind my ears and gently kiss me.
I want to be the reason you stay in bed a little longer.
The reason you’re a little late to work.
I want to be the reason you cancel plans you never intended on making that afternoon.
I want to be the movies we don’t get through.
And the nights were so tired but we can’t seem to sleep.
I want to be the one you reach for in the darkness when it feels like a nightmare became reality.
I want be the one you share not just your dreams with but also every fear as the silent pact during pillow talk is nothing leaves this room.
You tell me things you don’t even tell your best friends and I’ll tell you about a past I regret.
I want to be the breakfast in bed you make in the morning, as the smell of bacon wakes me up.
I want to be the one wearing your oversized t-shirt in the morning that you swear looks better on me.
I want to be the person you think of when your mind wonders and you wish you could just come back bed.
I want to be the space in bed you don’t mind sharing and when I’m not there it feels too big.
I want to be the flowers you swore you’d never send. And the songs you never used to listen to.
I want to be the money you don’t mind spending even though I reach for my wallet every time.
I want to be the plus one you don’t have to think too hard about.
I want to be the nights we sneak away from everyone because no matter where we are, or what we’re doing, or who we are talking to, with a simple glance across the room we know the night ends the same way.
Your fingers locked in mine as we head for the door and words don’t even need to be exchanged because it’s always been you.
I want to be the smile across your face as my name appears across your screen.
I wanted to be the reason your friends rag on you for being in love.
I want to be the reason things didn’t work out with the ex you thought you’d never get over.
And in a world where you could have anyone I want to be your first choice as you’ve always been mine.
I want to be the risk you feared taking but don’t regret.
The love you thought you’d never have.
But more than anything I want to be yours. Not just on Sunday but every day.