I want you to fall for me,
hard,
brutally hard,
the way the other girls fell.

I want you to lie awake at night,
aching and wondering.
I want you to pace the stones of your garden,
chain smoking,
checking your messages,
pestering your friends.

I want your eyes to flash wild when you see me,
and your heart to beat faster.
I want the blood to rush and I want to hear you breathe
heavy.


In the dead of night,
call to me. Ask for me. Dream of me.
In the colder morning,
touch yourself in the shower
and think of me.

I want you to fall for me,
decisively,
emphatically,
violently.

But then again,
I also want you to be happy.