Want

I guess the thing is that I want someone like you to love me. I want you to love me. I want to be the girl you come home for and stay up at night thinking about and are reminded of at every turn. I want you to want to take me out and fuck me and make me dinner and kiss me good night and tell me you love me.

I want and want and want and want and want and want.

I want to see you in love as a bystander. I want to know what you look like when that special someone texts you. I want to know the furrow of your brow as you say "I love you."

I have no real words for the things I want where you're involved.