All I Want

I have been waiting.
I have been hoping for days.
I have been waiting and hoping that you will just ask me.
Ask me if I am okay?
If everything is going alright?
I want you to want me so bad you can’t stand yourself.
I hear what you say, and it’s obvious you are infatuated.
I just hope it’s me you can’t get over.
And if it’s not, so help me God, I will end you.
Because I deserve nothing less than the best.
And we both know I can have whatever I want.
And I will get everything that I want.
And unfortunately for you, I want you.
I want all your baggage and mess.
I want your flaws and your tiny chest.
I want your big brown eyes to look at me.
I want that genuine smile to distort your face.
I want you to realize that this is where you belong.
I want you to wake up from dreams of my green eyes, wondering why they aren’t there.
I want you to miss my warmth and kindness and silent stare.
I want you to think of me every time you hear any song and wonder why you let me walk away.
I want your hand on my knee, on my neck, in my hair.
I want your gaze locked on mine, wondering how you got a girl like me.
I want to infest your mind.
I want to be your every breath.
I want you to know that it’s you that I want.
And if I can’t have that, I don’t want you at all.
Trust me when I say, I get what I want.
And I want you to want me.