You are going to love me
because you don’t know
how much I need it.
You are going to want me
because you have no clue
how much I long for this.
You are going to care
because you can’t even image
how much I have to have this.

But somehow I can’t see myself
dancing around you locked in a
love dance.
(Stop being so pessimistic girl.)

But either way I’ll make you love me.
I’ll make you need me.
And I’ll make you care.
Because I am just a broken soul
afloat down a very narrow but deep stream.
Because somehow you will pull me
out and cover my shoulders with a blanket.
Somehow you’ll rescue me and show me
that even in all this darkness there is some
light.

Ha.

(Stop being so pessimistic,
even if it’s true.)