I want you to peer at the faces in the crowd in the hope to see mine.
I had a dream about you. Good one. Even too good to wake up alone.
I want you to wait for me. I want you to seek me. I want you to seek me. I want you to be sad and disappointed about my absence. I want you to. I want you to. I want you.
I want you to be ill about me. I want me to be ill about you. I want you to hurt. I want us to hurt each other. I want us.
I wish I could forget your eyes. False. I don't.

I want to lose my weight. To be skiny to death. Just for you to want me.
The only thought about you can make me refuse of food.
It hurts so good. Go on, babe.