I want her to tell me that she needs me.
That she loves me.
That she can't do without me.
That I've helped her so much and that she's ******* grateful for it.
Like I help her when nobody else can.
Like I understand her like nobody else can.
I want her to say that she enjoys spending time with me and loves me for me and has things to say to me and it's not just me being crazy and it's not just me obsessing over a girl who will never quite love me like I love her and who finds me so intensely annoying but ultimately harmless to the extent that she just keeps me around because it's easier but all the while is pretty disgusted at so many aspects of me including my mind my body my personality my beliefs my desires my achievements what I love and what I hate. What I look like and how I'm not cool and how it all just adds up to me not being good enough and me loving her so much that I just want to sew my skin to hers like a parasite or a conjoined twin or a clown beneath the mask of her. I want to be so close to her that her blood mixes with mine and our organs **** together like wet sand and we globulate and tessellate until there is nothing left of us apart, no white and black, no confused and certain, no happy and sad, just a huge, *****, grey mess of monotone colours mixed and mixed and oh it will be so beautiful and so sad and so unlike anything you have ever seen before.