I want to fall in love with someone who makes me recruit words to form sentences I don’t care to say.
You turn seasons into stories. I want to feel your skin jump through your clothes to be closer to mine. I want to drug myself with your sweet smell of human that I’ve come to love. I want to run my fingers across your broad shoulders that carry the weight of my words. You make me burst with feelings. You make me happy in a way I struggle to describe.
I want to fall in love with a story. I want to fall in love with made-up feelings. People are too plain too typical too boring. I don’t fall in love with people I just fall in love with their bodies.