Possession

I'm saving you. I'm saving them. I'm locking away all the moments in presence and in anticipation because these are the happiest of my life so far. I'm keeping the clothes and giving away the accessories, maybe forever.
I don't want them to go away, I want to have fun playfully hiding them, and giggling when they get discovered. I don't care what anyone else thinks and all I need are my babies.
I want to listen to songs and finally understand them, and I don't want to see a day without the sun. My sun.
I want to create mementos that will hurt me to throw away long into the future when I can no longer stand to look at them. Of course, I don't want to have to throw them away. I want to wear out those shorts until they rip, and I want to wear out your name until my mouth is dry. You can scream at me until my ears bleed, because the sound of your voice is my band aid. I'll tell you my embarrassing secrets because I want to hear you laugh at them. I'll take off my shell in front of you so you can assure me that I'm okay with no shield. That you'll take me in any way I come.
I haven't been able to grasp yet how lucky I am.