So I want to 

I want to get to know you

Slightly better than I do now 

I want to laugh harder than I already have

With you of course 

I want to enjoy more playful sarcasm

And continue to dial your number 

Whenever you dance through my mind 

I want to examine your fingers 

See how mine fit into them 

And perhaps hold your hand 

In places hidden from adult prying eyes 

I want to walk aimlessly together 

Eliminate our awkwardness 

And enjoy our time together 

But maybe I also want to 

Be in close proximity with you 

I want to lean into you 

Grant you permission to 

Satisfy your curiosity about my lips 

I want to let my guard down 

Prepare a mushroom free meal for you 

Get lost in the latest tv series with you

Trade my coffee for lemon infused water 

I just simply

Want you...  

They say it's a hobby

Poetry is a pass time

It's not even art

Or genuine writing

It's just a few sentences strung together

It requires minimal thinking

Minuscule effort

So in essence poetry is fickle

Does not require much

Does not pay

One cannot use it as a means of income

It cannot sustain me

Or you

Or anybody for that matter

What they neglect to mention

Is that poetry is who I am

It is my reason for being

My smile

My sorrow

My comfort

Poetry is my being