I want to feel love
I want to kiss in the rain and laugh as our clothes become soppy and heavy
I want to squeeze his hand before the drop of the rollercoaster
I want to stare into his eyes for hours
I want to sing silly little duets
I want to hold him while he sobs into my shoulder
I want to write him pages and pages of love letters
I want to be the poem instead of the poet
But will anybody want that from me?