I just want to hold him. 

To feel his breath on my neck,

To have his hands in my own. 

I just want to be the pillow that he chooses to hug, 

To be the thought in which he chooses to linger,

just long enough to be that force, great enough to keep him at home, 

In my arms. Just for me.

Just for my eyes and my hands and my warmth 

and just... my time.

I just want to keep him here in my sight, 

away from the lights that sing to his soul,

 that make him wander and lure him into the night. 

Sirens’ calls that sink my heart in seas I dare not know.

Cause if he leaves he won’t return.

I just want to be the flavour,

with which he chooses to drench his lips.

Instead of the bottles that ignite his rage, 

Those full cups that blur his eyes

and make him forget. 

That I’m here and I’m whole and I’m his. 

I just want to be enough. 

The old love that outranks the young night,

A flame that glows greater than any new promise. 

There should be no fight.

I just want to hold him.

But now is not my turn.

By: WerepupJeremy