I Wish...

I watch him,
wishing I could be the pen he holds in his hand
giving birth to his word flow,
filling his paper with curves that resemble my own
so with every poem he spits he tastes me on his lips
I wish I could be his favorite song so that every time he would hear me he'd tell his homies
Damn!
She's my jam,
she's the groove,
she's that hit,
she's my SHIT!
He'd turn me on,
he'd turn me up,
and leave me on repeat while he sleeps,
just so he could wake up to a new part of me daily.
I'd be stuck in his head constantly
and he would always be humming my tune
I wish I could be his studio…
and his microphone.
Amplifying the tone of his voice so much so…
that it boost his ego
every time he heard how good his voice sounded ricocheting of my walls
He'd stay inside me diligently;
working long hours that would make him so tired he'd fall asleep in me.
and together…
we would make music.
I wish I could be his favorite shirt
the one that he never gets tired of wearing
'cause I just fit right
and I feel nice.
I wish I could be his notebook
And he could fill me with his ideas
along with his dreams
and his fears
Confiding secrets to me his tongue could never tell
He would find safety in me
And sometimes…
I wish I could make him blind.
Just so I could be his Braille
and he could read me continuously
Running his fingers across me,
he'd be able to read my history.
Losing himself inside stories of my past
and dying to be included in my sequel
I wish I was his everything,
'cause he's already mine.
But he doesn't understand that we were conceived from seeds in the same fruit
But our roots grew,
separating me from him
I broke his rib
So I could put myself directly over his heart and protect it
So I…
could be his Queen.
But he doesn't notice me…
he thinks of me as nothing more than a baby.
Too young to know how to take care of him
too young to know how to understand him…
but he doesn't know that we could complete each other
Me completing the song to his heart,
and he completing the poem I forgot to start
He could be my ending,
if only we had a beginning…