page 50 of growing oddities | tldr: i want to grow old with you

I want to play with your hair,

And hold your head close to my chest,
And bear the weight of the world for you.

I want to learn your favourite movie,
And watch you cry while watching it,
And bear a child that looks just like you.

I want to eat the food that you cook,
And learn the recipe for your favourite foods,
And bear the scars that the wound the universe left on you.

I want to see you breathe as you sleep at night,
And ask about your dreams when you wake up,
And bear the pain of loving you way too much.

I want to see you under the morning light,
And be the one sitting next to you under the afternoon glow,
And bear whatever it is that you would spill and overspill to me.

I want to write you poems,
And watch as you laugh and ask what you think of them,
Do you want to build a home with me?

230310 / kita usahakan rumah itu – sal priadi

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Needless to say, I'm a hopeless romantic. This poem was not inspired by the song mentioned, but the last verse was; the conclusion to what I wanted to say to the guy behind this poem. I was in love out of my mind with this one guy a bajillion days ago and thought "Oh, he has shiny eyes, he would have really cute children", but then also thought "Yeah, and he would most likely not have any with you". The second verse was, in fact, the first one written. This poem is sweet. The reason it was written was bitter, just like most of what I've written. I have another poem titled her and her and her that's like a brutal version of this poem (similar message, harshly worded), I don't think that piece will see the light of day LOL.