I want you. I want some part of you. Any part. Every part. Those parts which you let everyone have, the parts which you share in conversation. I want those special parts, those parts you keep hidden from everyone.

What's it like to laugh with you?

I've laughed near you, and you've laughed near me. I can laugh when you're around, but I have to be careful not to lose myself in your cool blue eyes, or wonder what your hair would feel like to my fingers, my lips...

Have you ever looked at me? No, I mean really looked at me. I know, in chemistry, when I call cyclohexane a cyclops, and make a bonfire out of matchsticks you look at me but so does everyone and that's not special.

The world does not exist, the world does not exist. I convince myself that this is true so that when you are near I have to concentrate on the shade of the walls rather than the shade of your skin. When you walk by I have to concentrate on gravity rather than how close you are to me. I know how close you are to me, my skin tingles when you step into the room.

I look at you. Everyday I see you again and I think that maybe you aren't as great as I made you out to be. But then you speak or laugh or breathe and I realize that yes, you are.

If you read this, if you knew I wrote this about you you'd get scared. You wouldn't be able to look at me straight. I know that. I know what it is like to be loved by someone you do not love.

I don't care. Let's run away to where the shooting stars fall and meet them when they land. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. I wanna burn with you like coal smoke sunsets over fields of eels. I'm just so tired of waking up all alone.