I want to wake up next to your scent and smile because it's two am and the night is growing old while morning is still in the womb. I'll lay awake until dawn mixes with your soapy smell and I finally know what bliss is. I'll whisper secrets about my dreams to your pillow, because that way I don't have to worry about what your eyes are telling me. Full of hope and disappointment, my tears would choke up what I would want to say. I'd make breakfast for me and the hairs you leave behind on the sheets, the dents in the mattress unexpected visitors. With coffee stained teeth and my own morning breath, it's good knowing that I'm safe in make believe. I only have to kiss the air where I pretended with you from ten till eight. You leave me wanting more than steam on my skin, airy farewells and 'til-next-times. Sometimes I resent you for hating the daylight, when all I want is for you to watch the sunrise with me. Stop being a shadow I see silhouetted in my window pane and let me feel you breathe. This fantasy love affair can only last while the sky stays dim, and I want you through suns and stars and moons. Become a daytime visitor and assure me that I'm not insane for loving you all the time, even though you only love me when the lights are out. Save me, because I am afraid that you will forever be my make believe mystery.
