untitled.

My best trait

is that I’m able to look into your eyes with all the confidence of someone being looked at for the first time

with all innocence and thou shall not be jealous and the un-existence of other.

I’m perpetually waiting to undress next to you, with you, close enough to you that some of your incomparable being might transmit to me.

Will I ever float on my own doubt?

Are any of the things you asked for want?

Rustling past locked doors of openly believing I could be yours.

I knew I could find you here, but I failed to anticipate that you would be more independent than me.

I’d bite your raw, upside down neck any day.

Your best trait

is that you’re able to tap into the side of me that would take the time to look into your eyes with all the confidence of someone being looked at for the last fucking time.