"Cold feet and soft blankets
there is more than a physical hunger.
Oh, this is a craving
that shakes your childhood bones
and triggers memories of kisses and arguments.
This is the soft hum of
nothingness being whispered between hearts
that have known each other for centuries.
He is gentle veins carved into porcelain cracks
and I have dropped everything
to see the way he smiles in the morning.
Dark coffee and weak tea
I never thought my heart could be in so much pain
it is not a person
it cannot bleed independently of me.
I want every part of you.
Even the dirty bits that are never quite swept away
even the harsh stains that are never cleaned
your mother has given up on
the disappointments you bring her.
I still want every part of you."