Wanting

I want for you to want me in the way that I want you.
I am overwhelmed with wanting;
I am wistful, wearied, blue.
When I want you, which is always,
All my wishes wish for you.
Without you I am weakened,
Once I’m with you I’m renewed.
I never wished to want you
But, wantonly, I do.
Wantfully and woefully,
I wield my want for you.
I am wounded by this wanting;
But this wanting’s all I do.
Wishfully, I wonder
Whether your wants want me too.
I want for you to want me in the way that I want you.
I’ll withhold my words no longer. Without waver, this is true.

[18/01/19]

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