It must be good

That I wake up every morning longing for you, and waiting for you to wake up and speak first to me before you say anything to anyone else.

Before the moment passes

Your breathing soothes and your breath smells sweet and I am quite suddenly overwhelmed by wanting to tell you how much I love you. Love love love. And some more.

No substitutes

If it's not right to yearn like that
then I crave to be wrong
If it's not good to pine like that
then I crave to be bad
If it's not healthy to long like that
then I crave to be sick

I want to ache every moment you're not here