Everything, and Nothing At All

I want you to tell me everything.

“Everything?” you’d ask in disbelief.
(I hesitate, then realise it is daunting.)
You can always begin with the basics-
Your favourite colours, food, films, songs
(I never want to scare you)
Then (only if you’re comfortable, of course) delve a little deeper and describe the most important people in your life, whether or not that just includes three friends and a family member.

I want to know you.
Tell me more about yourself – your likes, your dislikes;
What gets you going every morning, and what makes you sleep in (dis)comfort every night.
Tell me about the last thought you remember thinking before you go to bed
past two in the morning.
Every night, without fail.

Tell me about the things that make you smile,
About the things that make you want to rip your hair out;
About the things that make you want to be nestled in your mother’s comforting arms again
because they scare you
(don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you)

tell me everything
about the far-fetched future you’ve always dreamed about
in a faraway place away from everything and everybody,
yet not minding at all because you’re filled with such immense happiness
(I’d like to be a part of that happiness)

tell me everything,
for I have lived my whole life with a single purpose
of getting to know a person so well
that they become
my everything.