Want

Show me pictures of your dad

Make me listen to the last audio you sent to your mom

Show me how she reacted to your whining about 'not being able to make maggi at 2 A. M.'

Tell me about all the things people said to you that hurt you

And here's when I can't promise, I won't fall in love with you

But if you reach out for my breasts before my eyes

If you reach out to the back of my pants before my hands

If you ask me' how good can I be at this' before you even ask me If I really want to do this

I won't

I swear I won't fall for you

I'm not the glass of whiskey you try out at different clubs

Or the casual cigarette you consume, moving from one store to the other

Everyday, repeating the same process, trying to find the peace the first one gave you

I'm not the first one

I'm the water that keeps your insides running

That glass you oh so desperately ask for when you've just been running out of breath

That resource that replenishes you, inside out, something you can't live without

And hence, I'm often left unheard, unseen, not realised the importance of

You try to find that high somewhere inside my clothes

And I try to find that solace somewhere between the circles of your eyes

Tell me, how could we really connect, this way?

When you want me for my body

And I want you for your soul.