Nothing could ever phase me, except you

I was on the floor before I could ever say nice to meet you

I wanted every sentence, every word, and every breath to end with you

I want to turn you into literature 

I want to turn you into the all the colors my eyes have ever met

I want to turn you into the cold wind that sends chills down my spine 

Just so I could have you in every way possible

I want you so close to me I cant breath 

I want you to be so far from me that my entire body aches from how much it misses you

I want to turn our entire story into a crossword, a jumble of thousands of letters and punctuation marks 

Just to see if we, together could make sense of it and find our way back to each other

I want to keep all these silly dreams of us from you just as bad as I want you to be the only one in them.