Wanting, and wanting, and wanting, and wanting

I’m up waiting, and for what? Waiting to be wanted, I think. For me, that’s always how I’ve taken gratification out of life. It’s 12:34 a.m., Wednesday, 7/9. I’m waiting for you to want me. Want me. Please. Want me.

Want my writing. Want my voice. Want my body. Want my brain. Just want and want and want.

Selfish.

I want to say something. I like the look of a blank page. It makes me feel fuller. Like we share a secret, you and me.

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