I wish I meant more

I wish she saw her beauty the way others saw it …

I have this way about me… I’m pretty good at getting what I want. Manipulative or conniving are words some people might say but, I just think I’m persuasive.

And on nights like this… Or long days… Or should I just admit it.. Everyday…  I can’t help but to think… That I should be more.

More of what you like, more of who you miss, more of whatever it is that you need … desire.

I know I’m enough…
Enough to cross your mind
Enough to haunt your sweet dreams
Enough to remember…

And yet I still wish I was more. More than enough,
Toxic maybe
Addicting perhaps
Incurable even.

I wish you don’t stop thinking about me, that a day didn’t go by that you weren’t reminded of me. By something, anything, whatever it takes to make you
… Feel me
… Persuade me

… Come to me.
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