This time next year
I still want to be this
passionate for your presence.

I still want to be jealous
as you drool over every name
other than mine.

I still want to crave for your attention with only an exceeded crave
as a result.

I still want to make you smile
as you force yourself to forget that i
made your muscles move.

I still want to say
that I'll take whatever i can take
from you.

I still want to be
in this
blasphemous relationship.

I still want to try
to get in the way between you
and your religion

And accept this very subtle victory.

I still want you
to think about what this
could be.

I still want to entice you
with the taboo relationship
of no relations.

I still want to see your hidden glare
as I flirt with every girl
other than you;

an act of which we both know is an act of sheer desperation.

I still want to want you,
and
want you to want me to
this time next year
and the years to come.