The way I feel with you is wavy ‘cause I feel you split between your dreams (maybe me) and your everyday requests (a job). I don’t want to be a job to you but I love you and I want to rub your shoulders when you’re tired, kiss your lips before we eat; lick you up when you finish, your day finished with me. I am your diary in my dream, and we want babies together and a house just to buy kiwis and blueberries together because they’re our favourite.