i'm sad that you don't love yourself

as much as i love you now

i never knew my own longing

until the first time you kissed my neck

you make love to me

like i'm better than the worst thing i ever did

when you hold my face

and cry against my shoulder

i hold you

and cry against yours

you kissed my nose instead

and you laughed

and covered my face

when i laughed too

part of me is you now

one hand on my chest

when you're on top of me

or your smile

when i'm watching the way you move

you make me feel good now

and i don't know anything else

you fall asleep first

and i trace your spine with my finger 

then invisible circles

all over your back

i want to impress you

but i know i don't need to

that's the best kind of thing

you're the best kind of thing

this is how i'll feel

whether you're with me

or not

because i don't even remember now

that anyone but you 

ever held my hand