To Hell with Anything Less
Composed collectively by XOXO audience | Edited by Elaina M. Ellis
I want to be warmed
by you like
a big bowl
of pho.
I want love eternally.
Give me everything.
*
I want to be what you are to me.
To be complete at just the sound
of your breath and have forever
in your touch.
Give me your heart without conditions.
Give me everything.
*
I want to feel the sweet release of true love
true, unfettered, unimpeded
acceptance of self.
I want warm, I want juicy & soft.
I want cool, spicy & hard.
Give me everything.
*
Give me the space
to be a person
who wants to come back to you.
Give me the brain space
to remember
to always come back to love.
I want everything.
*
Give me space
and we can fill it
with whatever we want to create.
Give me awkward hugs.
Give me your inspirations.
Give me the real you.
I want everything.
*
To hell with doing anything less
than enjoying you
right this moment,
‘cause I sure won’t get it back.
Mmm...You. Gonna grab
just what I can.
Give me everything.
*
I want cheesy Valentine’s Day presents
and good intentions.
I want to find a blissful sappiness
in two hearts’ connection
that words could never
do justice.
To hell with anything less than everything.
*
I want all of it!
The juicy parts
and the squishy parts.
I want more!
Sexy, cool, love. To be seen.
I want peace,
love, happiness, chocolate.
Give me everything.
*
I want people to love themselves
just a little bit more.
I want the joy, rebellion, and sweetness of queer love
(dear love) to be more fully understood
by straights like me!
Give us everything.
*
To hell with mumbly jumbly feelings of want
and lust
and jealousy.
Give me the confidence to trust myself
when questioned.
To hell with giving my best self to closed hearts.
I want everything.
*
Give me, yes
those eight years, too.
But biscuit baking cowboy fisherman,
don’t stop there. Give me each sticky year
between this and both our bones into infinity.
Will you?
I want everything.
*
Give me more time
with the girl I love.
*
Give me a love that I can’t see.
A love that has blinded me
and evaporated only into a gas
that I can inhale and giggle
as it dances its way down my throat
and dances sweet memories
on my racing heart.
To hell with anything less than everything.
*
Give me that love which will shake
me open and hold me always.
Give me your hesitations
and I will bury them with mine.
Give me a piece of your
loving bossiness.
We. Want. Everything.
I want to be warmed
by you like
a big bowl
of pho.
I want love eternally.
Give me everything.
*
I want to be what you are to me.
To be complete at just the sound
of your breath and have forever
in your touch.
Give me your heart without conditions.
Give me everything.
*
I want to feel the sweet release of true love
true, unfettered, unimpeded
acceptance of self.
I want warm, I want juicy & soft.
I want cool, spicy & hard.
Give me everything.
*
Give me the space
to be a person
who wants to come back to you.
Give me the brain space
to remember
to always come back to love.
I want everything.
*
Give me space
and we can fill it
with whatever we want to create.
Give me awkward hugs.
Give me your inspirations.
Give me the real you.
I want everything.
*
To hell with doing anything less
than enjoying you
right this moment,
‘cause I sure won’t get it back.
Mmm...You. Gonna grab
just what I can.
Give me everything.
*
I want cheesy Valentine’s Day presents
and good intentions.
I want to find a blissful sappiness
in two hearts’ connection
that words could never
do justice.
To hell with anything less than everything.
*
I want all of it!
The juicy parts
and the squishy parts.
I want more!
Sexy, cool, love. To be seen.
I want peace,
love, happiness, chocolate.
Give me everything.
*
I want people to love themselves
just a little bit more.
I want the joy, rebellion, and sweetness of queer love
(dear love) to be more fully understood
by straights like me!
Give us everything.
*
To hell with mumbly jumbly feelings of want
and lust
and jealousy.
Give me the confidence to trust myself
when questioned.
To hell with giving my best self to closed hearts.
I want everything.
*
Give me, yes
those eight years, too.
But biscuit baking cowboy fisherman,
don’t stop there. Give me each sticky year
between this and both our bones into infinity.
Will you?
I want everything.
*
Give me more time
with the girl I love.
*
Give me a love that I can’t see.
A love that has blinded me
and evaporated only into a gas
that I can inhale and giggle
as it dances its way down my throat
and dances sweet memories
on my racing heart.
To hell with anything less than everything.
*
Give me that love which will shake
me open and hold me always.
Give me your hesitations
and I will bury them with mine.
Give me a piece of your
loving bossiness.
We. Want. Everything.