Hear me out

I long with clumsiness,

for silly faces while we have a dance off in the middle of the night, for you holding my hand as I stumble through the day. And that may your name be what leaves from my lips when I scream for help. 

God I demand a belonging,

that heals my soul: From when we are lying in bed eating ice cream and discussing everything that we would save about us. To the way you would hold me when my lungs don’t know how to breath and to sitting next to you when your demons are playing chaos in your mind. 

I long…I long for drama

for the way that you would yell at me in exasperation, to then look me from the corner of your eye when I couldn’t help but laugh because I hadn't learn how to cry. In that we are drinking tea under the stars sitting on a white flag and somehow we found ourselves in every red light to say we missed each other. 

I ask please for joy 

to get to know you and feel less alone.

TA.