You quietly arrived, walking through my open doors and settling on my couch like you were meant to be there. Here. And who knows, it could be true. Maybe you are. Maybe we’ll go on adventures.
and you’re stumbling your way around the room,
trying to sort out the things you have to do.
You stop to briefly kiss the freckles on my nose,
asking me about my day.
I want every version of you, including your 3am personality, your daybreak persona, and your nightfall visage.
I’ll listen to every syllable coming from your mouth.
Because you love this beautiful boy
who touches your dark parts like they’re light