As You Wish

As we dripped into the tides of early morning, I understood time standing still. I understood what it's like to spend time like pennies, like it's endless. When I look at your face, I see simplicity. I see myself talking about anything, uncensored and lovely in my crudeness. And I see how you simply want to be mine. You don't speak in metaphors, you don't try to sway me. You are black and white. You are simple.

You say "I hope I never make you cry", with a look on your face as if it's the worst thing you could imagine.

And then you said this, "I think I can fix you. I want to fix you."

I've always been looking to be fixed. I've always known that I can't sew up the seams on my own and in my desperation to find my fellow seamstress, I've lost.

I've lost loves, and friendships, I've lost my heart.

So recently I decided to take the fixing onto me and myself,
and just as I realize that I can put myself back together, you come along.

And unlike the others, you actually want to put me back together.
You want to fix me.
You don't care if I take care of you.
You just want to care for me.
You asked if I would allow you to fix me.

As You Wish.