Poem: Read Inbetween the Lines

Not a request. Not a mission. Nor a wish.
But I want you to love me.

I want you,
to breathe my air,
and get excited.

I want your heart,
rate to increase,
by the touch of my skin.

I selfishly want your mind,
to have little breaks,
while I,
caress your every thought.

I want to leave you,
frustrated,
when I'm not around.

I want you,
to,
Be mine.

Please be mine...

But I'm not askin' or wishin' or contemplatin'

I'm just sayin'
Before,
it's too late.