Would You?

Would you listen to music with me?

Could I stim with your fingers?

while you stroke my hair

and we listen to music?

Could I ramble about my shows?

Would you go on tangents too?

I want to watch your eyes light up

when you talk about something you love.

Can we draw together?

Silently?

Or on the couch

in front of the TV?

Something familiar plays

and we don’t have to see the scene

to know the lines.

Could I lean against you?

For the angle

and would you roll your eyes

but smile

cause you can’t help it?

Would you use my head as a table?

and laugh when I complain?

But I won’t move—

wouldn’t want to ruin the piece.

Would you hum the song

stuck in your head?

Get it stuck in mine too—

so when I’m annoyed later

I’ll think of you.

Could I read with my feet in your lap—

while you build the perfect playlist

with perfect transitions?

And when you’re finally satisfied,

would you share it with me?

So, I can butcher your work

when I play it on shuffle?

Would you come lay on me

when you’re grumpy?

And I’ll pretend you’re crushing me

and you’ll feel bad

cause of my shit lungs

but when you try to get up

I’ll just pull you back down

and would you feign irritation?

but stay anyway

and let me laugh at your bad mood?

Will you laugh at everything with me?

Anything and everything?

Call me a cynic

I know you love it

cause I’ve got a soft spot for you—

My stupid optimist,

sunshine to my dark night—

would you be my opposite?

My compliment?

My balance?

Would you annoy me

please?

God, I love it.

Would you tell me if you want me?

Cause I won’t go first.

Would you say you hate it

when I’m stubborn?

But I know you love to win me over.

Argue with me.

Would you tell me what you think?

Stupid

small

thoughts

real

deep

thoughts?

Tell me the things that scare you?

And the secrets

you never thought you’d tell?

Would you tell me you love me?

Even when we are angry?

Would you fight with me?

But don’t ever stop joking with me

I’d laugh

I’d try to hide it but I’ll always laugh

You can try to hide it

But would you always laugh?

Would you give me a push—

when I need one—

And help me up

when I fall down?

Could you let me yell and lose it?—

sometimes

and know it doesn’t mean that

I don’t love you

just that I have all this

anger inside me

and sometimes it gets the best of me.

Would you tell me how I hurt you?

I promise I don’t want to.

Would you let me do better?

Don’t forgive me unless I apologize.

Would you let me spoil you?

With long mornings in bed snickering over

soft kisses

and electric caresses?

Could you be vulnerable with me—

share yourself with me—

if I could do the same for you?

Would you protect me?

Don’t tell me what to do,

but would you be there for me—

have my back?

Could I rely on you?

What if

I’m too scared to?

Would you hold me when I’m hurting?

Would you try to comfort me

even if I tried to push you away?

Would you bring me coffee?

in the morning

cause you know my order?

Would you remember

little things about me?

Could we leave each other doodles?

and random notes?

Could I make you your favorite breakfast?

or dinner?

or dessert?

Would you do the chores I hate?

I’ll do the same for you.

Would we celebrate birthdays

and anniversaries—

Christmas and Halloween?

Could we have Friday night takeout,

and movies?

Would you want to be a family?

with me?

Is it wrong for me to want these things—

to ponder what could be?

I don’t want

to want these things

but I crave moments of

innocent mundane domesticity

with you,

and I can’t help but wonder

what we would be like

if we

were

us.