Don't know if this piece is at the point of being finished or even understood by me but it just is

I want to love a man like the way sucking my thumb makes me feel when crying
Love him like the smell of home
Sweat swimming on my upper lip
Mummie yelling at different intervals
And the chaos makes being organized disorderly
Like the way rain heals the hungry, tired and weak
Like the way a dog is man's best friend
Like my first heartbreak
I can only remember the last
Like dreams when I was six

I plan love like the outline for a 15 page paper I think I will never get through
I'm down to the last 3 and wishing this paper was 25 instead of 15
I love disorganized

I need a man that can be the scrapbook loving me like a planner
Holding on to every piece of me in remembrance
I need a man that is in fear of losing me every second that his heart plays
I need a man that can love me more than I love myself
Like the way I know god loves me
I need a man that loves the way my Afro lays itself down
I need a man that loves all my worries
And can match the shaking of my heart with his beats
Love me like MaMa loved PaPa
Like how his spirit is a part of her even though he's gone
Like the way I love words
Like the way we want love
I need a man to love me like the love I haven't daydreamed about
Like unwritten love poems
And the way love doesn't know itself

Just added a few edits; enjoy!