Writers 
I DON'T WANT PIECES OF YOU,I WANT ALL OF YOU.
I’ve imagined you in my everyday life
and when I say everyday, I mean it.
We’d lie beneath the stars,
lost in quiet constellations,
holding each other’s gaze
like time forgot to move.
We’d kiss
like the world was ending
and love was the only thing worth saving.
I’d wander through your kitchen,
carefree and comfortable,
feeling at home in your presence.
I’d sit in the passenger seat
while you drive,
laughing a little too hard
at the jokes only you can make
that reach the softest parts of me.
I’d love your flaws
the way I hope you’d love mine
gently, fully, without hesitation.
I don’t just want pieces of you.
I want all of you.
I want the ordinary days too,
the sleepy mornings,
the quiet evenings,
the little arguments
we’d eventually laugh about.
I want to know your silence
and understand what it means.
I want to celebrate your victories,
hold your hand through your doubts,
and remind you of who you are
when you forget.
I want a love
that feels safe enough to grow in,
soft enough to rest in,
and real enough
to choose, every single day.
