Reflections of a Skyline.

I wanna play hide and seek, give you my clothes, tell you i love your shoes, sit on the steps while you take a bath.
Massage your neck and kiss your face, and hold your hand and go for a walk.
Not mind when you eat my food, and meet you at Rudy’s and talk about the day, talk about your day, and laugh at your paranoia.
I give you tapes you don’t listen to, watch great films, watch terrible films, and tell you about the tvprogram I saw the night before, and not laugh at your jokes.
I want you in the morning, but let you sleep in for a while, tell you how much I love your eyes, your lips, your neck, your tits, your ass.
I’ll sit on the steps smoking until your neighbours come home, I’ll sit on the steps smoking until you come home, and worry when you’re late, and be amazed when you’re early.
I’ll give you sunflowers, and go to your party and dance, be sorry when I’m wrong, and happy when you forgive me, look at your photo’s, wish I’d known you forever, hearing your voice in my ear, feel your skin on my skin, and get scared when you’re angry.
I tell you you’re gorgeous, and hug you when you’re anxious, and hold you when you hurt, and want you when I smell you, offend you when I touch you and whimper when I’m next to you, whimper when I’m not, dribble on your breast, smother you in the night, and get cold when you take the blanket, and hot when you don’t, melt when you smile, dissolve when you laugh.
But not understand when you think I’m rejecting you, when I’m not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I could ever reject you, and wonder who you are, but I accept you anyway.
And tell you about the tree angel and the enchanted forrest boy, who flew across the ocean because he loved you.
I buy you presents you don’t want and take them away again, and ask you to marry me and you say no, again, but keep on asking because, though, you think I don’t mean it, but I always have, from the first time I asked you.
I wander the city, thinking, it’s empty without you, but I want what you want and think I’m losing myself, but, but, but, I’ll tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me, because you don’t deserve any less.
Answer your questions when I’d rather not, and tell you the truth when I really don’t want to, and try to be honest, because I know you prefer it, and think it’s all over, but hang on for just ten more minutes, before you throw me out of your life, forget who I am and let me try and get closer to you.
And somehow, somehow, somehow communicate some of the overwhelming, undying, overpowering, unconditional, all-emcompessing, heartenriching, mindexpanding, ongoing, neverending love I have for you.

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