Who are you to decide what I deserve?
Who are you to decide what my limits are when I have none?
So give me everything.
I want everything you are, were, and will be.
I want the love you gave to him, her, yourself, and then some.
I want the attention of every cell and molecule in your body.
I want the moon, the sun, the stars, and Jupiter too.
I want your obsession and devotion.
I want to be your spine.
I want to be the water you use to help your garden.
I want to be a part of everything you were, are, and will be.
I want to be that spark of life you feel before you close your eyes to rest at night.
I want to be your muse.
Give me, what I want.
Although pouring into them may seem infinite-less so is the love that is returned.