Yes, I demand a lot of your attention.
Might be more than you than you’re used to give.
May be sometimes unreasonable and childish and stupid.
And I will kiss you more than you’d ever been kissed before
will leave a mark in your lips that you could never fade.

And I will always want you around and I’d miss your face at night and your voice in dawn.
I will snuggle all the time and wish I had more time to hold you and ask you to hold me for a little bit longer and you will think I’m being too much.

And then you’d say you can’t understand why I need being loved so much and you’d ask questions I have no answers but I do have tears for.
And I will search for more of you, always, even when you ask not to because I can not control myself and you’d be confused because you won’t understand why tears show in my eyes as you refuse me ever so gently.

I will not tell you then, how incredibly empty I feel whenever you mention it because I don’t know why I am this way.

I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t mind someday.
I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t mind loving me anyways.