I want to be

in a really cold park
with a glass river and black trees
at 2 in the morning

I want to wear sunglasses as evening breaks,
hold your head in my lap at a symphony in a pretty dress,
and cut out red paper hearts to pin to your wall

I want month old skittles and bittersweet mountain dew,
a tabby cat and too much makeup
I want the only person who's ever really seen me cry,
to see me cry

Because these days I'm often alone
and I want to return to having something to rely on
like a strawberry blonde girl in 6th period
and the sense of a phantom hand forever locked in mine

And I want to be with you