I originally wrote this in October of 1997.
In a weird way, it's much more relevant to me now than when I wrote it.
Some changes have been made, but none that really affect the feeling of the piece…

I want you to like me
I want you to want me
I want you to love me
I want you to need me
I want you to obsess over me
I want you to cry because I'm not there
I want you to sit up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, screaming out my name
I want you to be wet with anticipation of our next embrace
I want you to rub yourself raw imagining I'm there

I want you to hate me because you love me

I want you to know me
I want you to love me
I want you to need me

But I know none of this will ever happen
I know you will live your life without ever giving me a second thought
And I know that
I want to die because of it