I wonder whats it's like,
To be the object of your affection.
I'm a blue eyed green eyed monster
Envious and wretched.
I listen to your heavy sighs,
Through walls made of tissue paper.
I wonder what the moon light looks like
When it kisses your back.
I wonder what your brain would look like
If you let me pick it apart.
I want to open up your ribcage,
Like my bedroom bureau.
And slide the garments of your soul
Across the space in your heart.
I just want to know you.