i will, i will, i will

i will.

i will wrap my arms around you, pencil and all, samsung and all. i will breathe in your daisies, lost petals and all, forgotten seeds and all. and i will make sure you wake up tomorrow, and not just wake up, but get a good night's sleep. i will make sure you keep calm and not worry about carrying on.

i will kiss your face in the morning, maybe push you off the bed, and swear i didn't mean to. but you won't remember it, and even if you did, we'd keep laughing. i will wear your clothes and cry at the sight of your fuzzy shoes on my hairy floor without ever being able to explain. i will giggle at the noises that escape you when you're happy or impressed.

i will shake my head with you in defiance at the turds of the world. i will run down your hallway, lungs full of greetings, on the path to accepting a night of honesty, dancing, or death. i will confuse you with my words, but only because i get a kick out of the look on your face. i will share my hunger and harmonies.

i will walk with you, stare and think what a good portrait you'd make. i will convince you to eat, poke you to smile, push you to believe, and admire when you fight back. i will cover our faces in inside jokes, burst our funny bubble, fill our ears with stories, and float into the sky like pooh bear.

i will sit across from you and share a meal - in more ways than one. i will say "what if?" and challenge your idea of cute. i will be scared if you ever show up at my house with one of those rabbits, but i will let you in anyway. i will raise an eyebrow and focus the eye underneath on the frying pan.

i will, because i have to.