I want to take you home with me.
I want to marry you and make you mine until I’m sick.
I want to never throw you out and keep you
until I’m madly, painfully, desperately, and eternally in love.
I want to sing slow covers to The Animals
and romantic lullabies to The Zombies for you.
I want to wear you over and over again
like the torn up bandana I’ve refused to give up.
I want drink all of you
until I’m heavily and atrociously drunk.
I want the bitterness and the stubbornness of it all.
I want the fumes and every single drop of its side effects.
I want to be consumed by your foolishness
and those passionate afternoons.
I want colorless surroundings
and saturated skies.
I want to stride through mars
and fray through every desert by your side
I want you and I want to love you
more than the torn up bandana I’ve refused to give up.