i don't want to be

the name on your blocked list and

neither do i want to be a

forgotten contact.

i don't want to be

a phase in your life, or your

flavor of the month.

i don't want to be

the forgotten smudge of a handprint

on your window pane.

i want to be the

dried lavenders you keep between

the pages of an

old romantic classic, and

i want to be the beautiful handwriten

letters that you keep under your

pillow, holding them close

to your heart at night.

i want to be the

pearls from a broken necklace

you've been treasuring

for ages, your wristwatch that

you always wear on your

right hand.

i want to be the

sweatshirt that carries your

fragrance and be an old blanket

that keeps you warm on

a cold winter night.

i want to be the

reason behind your smiles, and

i want to be your muse, be

someone who you think about on

your lonely nights.

i want to be the girl in

your story, which you will

very fondly tell your children

before their bedtime,

under the starry night sky,

a light smile playing on your lips

while doing so.