You want me....

You want me…drunk on delusion


Small whispers in my ear, “You want me”.
You tell me over and over that you want me.
Those words cause a reaction you may never know.

I have been told I am wanted and then tossed aside like so much rubbish.
I have been cherished in the dark and derided in the day.

I think all my desire is for you, in fact, It is for me, because I need so much.
I need to hear that you want me.

I know this rush of lust is from the reflection of me in your face. From the hope that you can see me and still want me.

Everything I know about you is wonderful.
But I can’t see you clearly, yet. I’m getting the outline of your face pretty well.
I will eventually see all of you, but you keep smiling at me and I am blinded by it.