I want you to scream
for me.
I want you to burn,
inside,
at the thought of her next to me,
when you know that I am happy,
and you know that's what you want for me,
so you must stay at bay
I want you to flush,
from shame,
when you tell your friends,
how long you have been wanting me,
how really its just all a joke,
And why you couldn't move on.
I want you to cringe,
and wince,
when you look me in the eyes,
and try to hold my piercing gaxe,
but fail, and look away.
I want you to cry,
and shudder,
when you lie awake at night,
when you wonder why there's no one there,
and wish I were by your side.
I want you to sigh,
and ponder,
how it is you have said it all,
how you know there is no hope,
but you keep trying, even so.
I want you to feel,
in short,
the slightest hint of passing days,
dying for every second spent,
feeling this for you.
I want you now to forget,
all but the first three words,
of every stanza above.
