I want your pity, but not too much of it
I don't want your pity, but maybe just a little bit
I want you to hear me when I scream
I don't want you to listen to me when I scream too loudly
I want you to set boundaries
I don't want boundaries to be unbreakable
I want to be yours
I don't want to belong to anybody
I want to drive you mad with desire in a totally safe environment
I don't want you to embarrass me in front of anybody we know
I want you to miss me terribly, but I don't want to have to worry that you're missing me too much
I want to tell you the truth
I don't want the truth to matter
I want your complete attention
I want what Leonard Cohen wants in some of his song, but not all of them
I don't want to have to convince you
I want you to be convinced
I want lots of reasonable things, but I don't want to have to tell you what those things are
I want drink and drugs and music and you, but I don't necessarily know in what order
I don't want hangovers
I don't expect you to change, and I don't want you to, not exactly
I want to be able to throw my ideas at you and have you be amazed but cautious
I want a safety net, just in case
I want to impress you as if I don't know I'm being impressive
I want to touch that spot on your calf that makes you go insane
I want to know your body well enough to know those kind of things
I don't want you to feel like you have to prove anything to me but still do it occasionally