selfish desires.

I wanted to be your every thought,

I wanted to be your every move,

I wanted to be the ice in your scotch,

I wanted to be the cigarette between your fingers,

I wanted to be the guitar in your hands,

I wanted to be the sound of your favourite song,

I wanted to be the pillow under your head,

I wanted to be the words you’re writing,

I wanted to be the freckles on your face,

I wanted to be the veins in your body,

I wanted to be the best thing that has ever happened to you.

But I settled for:

the friend-who-listens’.

V.