All I want
is someone to make me surprise mix-tapes with all my favourite songs.
someone to bike around with.
someone to drink excessive amounts of coffee with me and get all jittery and giddy,
and then cuddle when we crash.
someone to star-gaze with.
someone who likes Yeats and Ginsberg as much as I do,
who won’t judge me for my past.
someone who doesn’t mind that I sometimes smell.
and someone to make me laugh when the world feels black and white.
Basically all I want is someone to hold my hand and tell me it’s ok.