I wanted to...

I wanted to...

There were many things I wanted to do.
Some were so simple.
Things taken for granted but-

I wanted to...

Dance with you in the moonlight.
Count the buttons on your shirt.
Know how much larger your hand is compared to mine.

I wanted to...

Talk with you about everything.
Study your face.
Find out the worst thing you've ever done.

I wanted to...

Watch you write a note.
Put my ear against your chest so I could hear your heartbeat.
Make you laugh so hard, your eyes would tear.

I wanted to...

Hold you during a thunderstorm.
Sit by a river together.
Guilelessly enjoy your scent.

But it was all too much to ask.
It never mattered how much I wanted to.
Only the pitiful ways you thought I needed to.
You can look down on me if you like, but it's only understood as flattery anyway.
I wanted to mean something more...
As you barely even notice-
If love is something I could tear out of myself, trust me when I say,
I wanted to.