more than love

tired of picture-perfect smiles wishing for spontaneity and nonsense a deviation from the play written overnight

tired of pretty little flowers wishing for unruly lands of neglected gardens, wild and living

tired of the butterflies in my stomach wishing they would fill my entirety lift me higher than any place the stars could comprehend

tired of skipping heartbeats wishing to be silenced for lifetimes leave me dumbstruck, dumbfounded, useless

tired of perfect songs and letters wishing for libraries of endless drafts drown me in all your unfinished art

tired of having all the right answers wishing for endless questions feed my brain, devour my soul

tired of tiny sparks wishing fires would consume me leave me scorching and craving for more than mere attraction

tired of wanting to be more than friends wishing to be more than lovers love me with a love more than love (wishing it was more than love)