The Holy Trinity

I can’t sleep and can’t stop thinking about you. You won’t leave my head tonight. I want you to kiss me right now. Hard. And softly. I want you to have sex with me now but more than that I want to lay in your arms and you count my freckles and run my fingers through your hair for hours. I want you to tell me your deepest thoughts at 3 am and allow me to tickle your ribs. I want you to brush my hair and put flowers behind my ear and smell them when you kiss me. I want you get goosebumps when I kiss your ear and nibble your collarbone. And I want you to brag to your friends about me like I do about you. I want you to tell me your secrets and hold my hand when I’m nervous and I want for you to tell me about your favorite movies, books, and songs and to help me study and listen to my problems. I want to know what you daydream about and what you see in the clouds. I want you to exist and be yourself. I want to kiss your fingers and trace your scars and learn the stories of your life and remember them. You need to be with me. I want you here with me right now. I don’t understand why I feel this way about you. Every moment of the day my thoughts are of you. I want to know you more than anyone else. I want to know you inside and out. Your fears. Your hopes. Your dreams. Your thoughts. You. I want all of you. I want you more than I have anyone else. I want to be close to you. I want to feel you. I want to lay with you and call you mine and hold my hand forever. I want to hear your heart beating and feel the warmth of your skin radiating into mine. I want us to be one. I want you to be mine. And I want to be yours. I want you to need me because I need you. The thought of losing you scares me more than anything in the world and I’m okay with that because you are scared to loss me too.

I can’t sleep and can’t stop thinking about you. You won’t leave my head tonight. I want you to kiss me right now. Hard. And softly. I want you to have sex with me now but more than that I want to lay in your arms and you count my freckles and run my fingers through your hair for hours. I want you to tell me your deepest thoughts at 3 am and allow me to tickle your ribs. I want you to brush my hair and put flowers behind my ear and smell them when you kiss me. I want you get goosebumps when I kiss your ear and nibble your collarbone. And I want you to brag to your friends about me like I do about you. I want you to tell me your secrets and hold my hand when I’m nervous and I want for you to tell me about your favorite movies, books, and songs and to help me study and listen to my problems. I want to know what you daydream about and what you see in the clouds. I want you to exist and be yourself. I want to kiss your fingers and trace your scars and learn the stories of your life and remember them. You need to be with me. I want you here with me right now. I don’t understand why I feel this way about you. Every moment of the day my thoughts are of you. I want to know you more than anyone else. I want to know you inside and out. Your fears. Your hopes. Your dreams. Your thoughts. You. I want all of you. I want you more than I have anyone else. I want to be close to you. I want to feel you. I want to lay with you and call you mine and hold my hand forever. I want to hear your heart beating and feel the warmth of your skin radiating into mine. I want us to be one. I want you to be mine. And I want to be yours. I want you to need me because I need you. The thought of losing you scares me more than anything in the world and I’m okay with that because you are scared to lose me too.

you should plant a tree