You told me the secret to your happiness was a warm bed with the sheets flung off and a pair of lips to kiss. I wish it was that easy. For I have come to realize this: that I never want to be a bed with the sheets flung off. I want you to fall into my abyss; a trap of blinding light for you to see that I could be the lips instead. Maybe then you’d realize you were my heart and the smile on my face in the bright of the morning. Maybe then you’d attach to me like I have attached to you.