Sometimes.

Sometimes I put you on a pedestal,
simply because I want to.

I know you’re just someone’s son.
Someone’s headache.
Someone’s heartbreak.

Sometimes I imagine you saving me from myself.
I picture you cleaning up the mess I let everyone else make. 

Sometimes I daydream of you in a rose-colored light,
simply because the color looks so damn good on your skin. 

Sometimes I just want you.
Sometimes I just want to.

.nexus.