that girl

i want to be your
late night
drunken texts
your waking thought
and middle of the night dream
i want to be your
shaking body
and steady hand
your kissed-raw lips
and every heavy breath
i want your shoes
at the foot of my bed
and your jeans
on my floor
i want one arm
around the small
of my back
and one tangled
in my hair
i want your
jealousy
and your trust
your grouchy days
and dirty thoughts
whispered in my ears
i want to be the
strongest addiction
you never intend to kick
and the name
on the tip of your tongue
I want to be the words you write
and every song you hear
on the radio

October 10. 2015

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