I don't need you.
I want you. I want to see your face in the daylight when the sun is high and the day is fresh with hope I want to see your face in the night when dusk sets in and makes quiet my weary mind. I want to see your fact at midnight a time reserved for those mired in love starving for the touch of another ruled by desire and genuine need. I don't need you. Don't twist that. I want you. I want to know you the way others don't. I want a backstage pass to the person you reserve for when the curtains are drawn and the city is still The person you keep away from polite company. That's the you I want.
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