I have weird names.
I take my coffee with sugar&cream.
Hopelessly in love with my bed.
You could be the one to calm my nerves.
To soothe my ache. Crack open my chest and let it all pour forth.
You never use to exist. Just a blurry figure that would play with my vision, toy with my thoughts.
Now you hold me. I can feel you, I can touch your skin, smell you in my hair.