The page I ripped out from the book, it isn't me, that's you. The teddy which I left behind, it isn't me, that's you. The person who push me into the grave, it isn't me , it's you.. And yet you call me a creep, that's so fair of you...
Let's barter sleep. For I missed you when you slept without telling me your stories, and I missed you when you slept without tasting my cheek. I missed the abnormal warmth of your hands around my waist, and I missed the concerns that made you weak. I missed the hook of your right leg that pulled me in your cozy blanket and I missed your nose in my hair that always sneaked in slowly.
I bless you with gel cool days and I bless you with tedious warm nights, I wish to take your anxieties and I wish to give you a high as a calm tide.
Fair, a term to be used only when you want to describe ethics and morals; not skin colour. Dark, a term to be used only when you want to describe the night or sometimes to express how you feel inside; not someone's race as a personality trait.