Gentle Love

i want somebody to love me; to love me completely and utterly and unapologetically i want a beautiful love the kind of love that is gentle the love where i feel the soft hands of somebody place their coat over my shoulders in the cold the subtle love of their hand resting on my ankle when we’re sat somewhere in public and everyone is around but nobody is feeling what either of us do in that moment people talk about loving dangerously i don’t want anymore danger i don’t want anymore hurt or caution or destructiveness i don’t want somebody to love me so hard it burns a hole in their heart but somebody to love me so much the only burns they know come from the fire they feel inside when we hold eye contact for a moment too long i’m sick of people matching pain with love and hurt with feeling not everything has to hurt anymore at least that’s what i want somebody to whisper to me while my head is on their chest and their hands are laced in my hair and suddenly it’s not november anymore and i’m not cold and i’m not hurt and i’m not bleeding; i’m just here in love in a warm bed with their body intertwined with mine and the window is slightly open