You think I'm desperate 
And, I know I am 
I am, because 
I have always wanted 
You to define my forever. 
Yes! You,
And, trust me 
I'm much more desperate 
Than what I sound usually.
You know there's 
This strange thing 
That I have,
Very strange thing.
The thing is
I know I am 
Desperate
You know that too.
Yet, I pretend 
Not to be one 
Despite of knowing 
That you and I 
Both know 
That how desperate I am. 
I have always 
Thought of figuring this out 
But, I didn't 
Because, I couldn't
And, even if I did 
You wouldn't believe me,
Would you? 
I equate you
With forevers 
And worlds 
And universes.
But, not so luckily 
You equate me 
With something 
Which is worse 
Than nothing.
I desperately 
Want, need and desire 
To hate you 
But, always end up 
Loving you.
You know why?
Because, I'm desperate
Very desperate
To keep, you!
 
  
 
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