Would You Kindly

You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!) You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart— Open to me! For I will show you the places nobody knows, And, if you like, The perfect places of Sleep.

You should be with somebody who makes you forget what it felt like to be sad.

The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.

I crave so much more than just a physical connection. I crave words and depth. I crave who you are and where you came from, your desires and fears. I yearn to know every inch of you beyond the surface.