Baby, Please
He says “Baby, I hope you don’t get sick of me”
And I want to scream,
Because I wonder if he realizes the absurdity of that statement
When I poke him in the face a million times to get him to wake up and spend time with me,
And I kiss him when he is sleepy, to keep him awake,
Then proceed to steal his clothes to sleep in, because they smell like him
I drive like a fool at one AM when I just want to get to his house and curl up with him,
Then I make him watch shows and movies he doesn’t care about, because he is the only person I can imagine enjoying watching them with,
And I distract him from movies that he actually wants to see, so that I can kiss him
And I can’t tell him that I love him because I’m too fucking scared
But he worries that I will get sick of him,
And it’s too sweet, too wonderful
To think that I have him and he is mine.
And god do I love him, even if he doesn’t know it yet.
And I want to scream,
Because I wonder if he realizes the absurdity of that statement
When I poke him in the face a million times to get him to wake up and spend time with me,
And I kiss him when he is sleepy, to keep him awake,
Then proceed to steal his clothes to sleep in, because they smell like him
I drive like a fool at one AM when I just want to get to his house and curl up with him,
Then I make him watch shows and movies he doesn’t care about, because he is the only person I can imagine enjoying watching them with,
And I distract him from movies that he actually wants to see, so that I can kiss him
And I can’t tell him that I love him because I’m too fucking scared
But he worries that I will get sick of him,
And it’s too sweet, too wonderful
To think that I have him and he is mine.
And god do I love him, even if he doesn’t know it yet.