I am full of soft sighs. I am full of your name. I am full of 11:11 wishes for you and I am full of trembles. Trembles in my knees, my hands, my voice, when you say my name. I am full of whispers, 4 am conversations I want to have with you. I am full of longing, full of the idea of your hands on my skin. I am trembling, whispering, waiting, wishing, praying. I am full of stars, full of oceans. I am full of poetry I dont know how to write about the curve of your mouth. I am full of the idea that love can conquer all and if gods can love mortals and fall from heaven, I am full of the idea that you could love me in the way I love you.
I am full of you.