I mean to have you
Do I have your attention yet? Are you excited to see I've posted and that I ache to see your words?
I want you to notice me. Look at me. I would stand naked in the street for you. I'd degrade myself for you. I'd watch you write about fucking other women just to feel the seering agony of jealousy; it's pain at least. If I can't have your bliss I want you to torment my soul.
If you will not gaze at me should I let other men use my body for you to watch, with detachment? Your silence is tearing at my flesh. I need you like air. I will die without you. You make me feel whole, even when I'm nothing more than a speck of dust on your jacket you brush off onto the floor.
This is my aenima calling you through time and space. I will be yours.