Always breaking my heart, soaking up the very best part 
of youI want to be the stick that moves across your 
lip, feels your fingertip
The special tool that pops your zits, the broach that 
moves with loving care through
every inch
Of your head of hair
Pull on your pants, your socks and shoes, the luckiest 
of fabric feeling every move
Across your skin soaked in moisturizer, if only I could 
die in the Lubriderm bottle
For the day when you squeeze me out into the palm of 
your hand, I will vanish in
Your endless skin
I want to be the drop of acid rain
Rolls off your cheek to the storm drain
Guess I'll have to settle for the simplest of 
pleasures, merely living for you, waking
Up each day next to you, playing with your hair till 
you're awake too
You're saying push down the snooze alarm, just eight 
more minutes without sound
And could you please go and get some coffee?
I want to be the smoke that you inhale
I want to be the envelope you mail
I want to be the drop of acid rain
Rolls off your cheek to the storm drain
I want to be the smoke that you don't inhale anymore
I want to be the envelope you mail
Shower curtain blocks me out with you on the other side 
there can be no doubt
That every tile on the bathroom wall is fogging over 
while you show it all
To me