I want, but only with you | Love letter to no one

I want your back to be home
for my cold hands in the early morning,
that my laughter never leave your ears,
nor my lips ever leave your skin.

I want you to drink me
in every sip of water
and be the dust
that never leaves your glasses.

I want to be your day by day,
your boredom and your pleasure,
I want to be your bad decisions
and the inadequate solution,
your late wake-up runs
and the shoe you never put back in place
when you sleep.

I want to be your coffee-stained cup
and the smoke that doesn't leave your lungs when you smoke,
I want to be the sauce you wipe
from the corner of your lips with your fingers
and then suck on,
I want to be the cloud you stare at
until it disappears
and the leaf of the tree that you caress
and don't pluck.

I want to be your deep breaths
and your senseless tears,
I want to be fragile in your hands
and that you decide not to break me,
I want to be with you
and that together we cease to exist,
I want,
but only with you.