You asked me what i want,
like it would make a difference but,
i want you.
i want your hands in my hair.
i want you to go with me
everywhere,
i want your body next to mine,
i want you to make me fine.
i want to feel the way it did,
i want to have your kids!
i want to play with your hair,
i want to be the girl with you
everywhere.
i want it to all go back,
i want you to need that.
i want the clock to stop the way
we hoped it would,
i want again to feel so good.
i want it all,
and all of it it,
you.
to put all of what i want in a poem like that, is well.. too many i wants.
but you don't even see the surface of it. its not what i want its what i need. Bobbie, you say that it's all of what you see, then please, if you've felt the way i do come here. let me come back. i want to "watch"
a movie with you again, i want to hear you sing, i want to remember seventh grade. i want to love, i want to be the one you desire, i want to be confident that you need me the way you didn't see i desired you. i want to know the way i used to, i just.. want to feel. Corie, i want you.
you asked me what i want and how i feel,
i responded with what this poem will allow.
