grocery list

but it’s 02.36 am and I’m broke,

here’s what I want:

i. the ability to say all the right words, so i

wouldn’t know what misunderstanding means.

for the words to be soft and delicate,

they slip right through my mouth.

for them to convey exactly what I wish to speak

in a way

that even a plant grown out of a sidewalk,

would not get stepped over, or run down.

here’s what I want:

ii. a case for my broken phone, some coke, and a lip balm, for my chapped lips.

iii. i want the height of a person who never looks down on others,

and a heart that can bear all the pain and still pumps hard.

iv. i want the eyes that won’t water, a vision so bright that

even the memory of you will fade away.

but even more, i want you to come back.

here is what I want (really):

for you to be the one who gets my grocery all the time -

and it's entitled, sorry, and it’s selfish, i know.

but what I mean is-

i hope you always be the one who gets me grocery.

maybe some days a rose added in the list

i hope you’d always get me what i need,

and maybe add some feelings by dozen,

when needed.

~s