when people ask me what I want
i think that i want them to know
i want them to pick the right books of poetry that let my eyes shine
i want them to take photos of us and pin them in an album
i want them to take me on adventures to make memories
i want to be loved and hugged and kissed and cared for
i want rain and fog on days where i don’t feel like going outside
i want sun when all i need is to wear sunglasses after a good cry in therapy
i want to let my eyes wander, find a cosy café and read a book
i want the energy to go out for dinner or run or dance
i want the room to grow and the world to exist on
i want plants to thrive under my care
i want to fail and not think about it twice
i want to be loved and kissed on the forehead
i want to be held if my world gives me nothing to hold onto anymore
i want to be heard and i want to listen
i want to feel everything and survive anything
