10 January 2013
I want to wake up and smell the cigarette smoke as you sit staring out of the window into the mist.
I want to taste the metallic tang of coffee in the air as the mug sits steaming by my bedside.
I want to see your bright blue opalescent eyes shining at me when I open my eyes, a continuation of a dream.
I want to feel your warmth as you sit a few inches away, smiling as you watch TV.
But darling, the problem with you, is that you make it all about looks. And I can never touch.
Want • Opuss № I