Chelsea Walls

I want to be a lost poem in a strangers coat pocket,

that conveys the importance of you.

To assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams.

I want all the possibilities of you in writing. 

I want to give you your reflection. 

I want your eyes on me. 

I want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there.

I want everything before you to follow us like a trail behind me. 

I want never to say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone.

I want......I want so much I'm breathless. 

I want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket so i can sew it. 

I want my words to scream through you. 

I want the poem not to mean that much. 

And I want to contradict myself by accident, and for you to know what i mean.

I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close. 

I want endless days when its day and nightime never to end when its night.

I want all the seasons in one day. 

I want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us. 

I want water to run up to our waists and to be drenched by the rain up to our ankles with holes in our shoes. 

I want to think your thoughts becuase they're mine. I want only what's urgent with you.

I want to get in the way of the barriers and I want you to be a tough guy when your supposed to, like you do already. 

And I want you to be tender, like you do already. 

And I want us to have met for a reason and I want that reason to be important. 

And I want it to be bigger than us, I want it to take over us. 

I want to forget. 

I want to remember us. 

And when you say you love me, I don't want to think you really mean New York City and all the fun we have in it. 

And I want your smile always and your grimaces too. 

I want your scar on my lips and I want your dissappointments in my heart.

I want your strength in my soul, and I want your soul in my eyes.

I want to believe everything you say, and I do. 

And I want you to tell me what's best, when I dont know. 

And when your lost I want to find you. 

And when your weary, I want to give you steeples and cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams.

I want to drag you from the darkness and kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us.

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