From Me to You.

I want you to read me like poetry, the same as how you write scripts 

I want you to see me like how you look at your inspiration

I want you to crave me like how you desire music

I want you to think of me like how thoughts pop into your head

I want you to feel me like how pain envelopes a broken heart 

I want you to touch me like how the clothes wrap around your body

The way you caress and carefully touch me like something sacred

Your undying affection and praise of adoration 

Makes me recall how gentle kisses are supposed to be made

How intimate they are to be felt 

Your promises like strings holding on 

With the most robust sense of determination, you show no fear

Deeply rooted and hidden by the concrete feeling and thickening yearning

You, my love, make it bearable and unbearable to be here

The times of change and winds of encouragement

He is making me love me for me

Every time he compliments my eyes or my smile or my hair

Just telling me that I'm beautiful and always admiring me

It makes me feel a sense of wanting 

Just him being there and looking at me past my external features

Past all my insecurities and my fears

He sees me for me and I love him for that

I love that he can make me feel a thousand emotions at once 

I love that he devotes himself to me and how he goes out of his way for me

Treating me like a princess and respecting me as a queen

I have been placed upon a level that is to be attained 

And I love that he holds me so dear and with so much care

I want him to know how much I also love him

How much I respect him 

How I love hearing him speak and how I desperately want him 

He says that I have already attained him

But I want him in more ways than one

I want not just his temple, not just his love

I want his everything

I want to control the thoughts in his head

And selfishly assert my dominance 

That he only thinks of me and only me

I want him to always have me in the back of his head and brag about me the way I about him

His smile, so bright that I never want to see it fade 

For now, I can claim that he is mine and I am his 

I hope that it remains that way because he has carved a mark on my heart

And that mark is forever his 

He has imprinted his whole ideal in my brain and I function by thinking of him

He has shown vulnerability to an extent

He has shown love and loyalty to an extent

He has established trust and care to an extent

But I hope to reciprocate all the things he gave me.

In my solitude, I am able to find peace in his words. 

Written by Alyssa Chin