Intuition Poem by Belle Violet

I look forward
to clear skin.
when my chin
isn't rested
with a phone
on my chest and
the sound of your voice
not mechanic,
distorted;
I look forward
to rain
and layin
in bed;
the covers pulled up
to our necks.
I look forward
to waking
to the sound of you making
coffee for us;
and morning whispers,
in the dark.
I look forward
to kisses,
and looking after your heart.
what will our life be like?
you decide.
i know what i'll do
and how i'll take care of you.
i know what i'm capable of,
and what to adjust.
But you, Sweetheart,
you're harder to trust.