Little Habits

I want to know all of your little habits.

I want to know what it’s like

To be next to you when you sleep.

I want to know how

You sing in the shower,

And what it sounds like.

From over 600 miles away

I want to understand all your pains,

But I’m sure I already do.

I want to know how you feel in my arms

And to feel your breath on my neck

As we make love.

How shallow is your breathing?

Would you say my name like it’s the

Last thing you ever want to?

What does your skin feel like

against mine? Your lips on my neck?

Oh lord, I want to know,

I need to know.

I need to know if we’d miss the green light

Because our lips couldn’t get enough.

I want to know if you’re be the one who

Will be there for the rest of my life.

I want to know if you cry when you hear

Old songs that once meant so much to us.

I want to know all of your little habits,

Your little…

This poem is about: 
Me

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