Want, not need

I want to talk to you

but fear I’ll fall for you

fall back into

what I want

not really need

My wants

My needs

In mind

I keep

You

Can’t help but keep you

In the deep blue sea of my heart

In the depth of my mind

I crave you like the food of your people

Spiciness spices 

I’ll be Mrs. Nice if you’ll just treat me right

I love you

Can’t have you

The eyes of my heart

My soul’s

Deictic gaze is on you

The object of my wants

Not needs

Please

Oh please

Be mine

Come back to me

I’m done plea-ing

Want to move on

To pleasing you

Spend time

Wasted 

Self-hating

On love making

Flex your most important muscle

Show me some love

Show me some love 

Show me some love

The etiology of heart-break

It started with love-making

It started with self-hating 

Fear of not being good enough

Fear of not being yours my love

The etiology of heart-break 

It started with us

Not staying us for long