a list of demands

we want to know - did we turn it on it's head, did we rock the boat?
or have we been jumping through so many invisible hoops, unaware of our own boudning feet, unseeing of the beaten path and that same old same old same old same old thing?
we want to know did it matter? we want you to maybe confirm for us that indeed, it maybe certainly did.
we want a firm handshake or reassuring look.
we want our love to be proud of the fact that we're the only one they will be coming home to and loving and fucking for the rest of our blessed, beleaguered lives.
we want the oppurtunity to present itself, we want to wake up a bit earlier, stay out a bit later, work hard, play hard.
we want to hold your confidence, we want to give you the best advice.
we want to smile knowingly, to speak in complex riddles and elaborate on subjects.
we hope we can tell the truth.
we want to be a better lover than anyone before or after, or at least to hear you say so
we want to already know what we've done before being told that we've done it.
we want the recognition, we want it to change.
sometimes we want it to stay the same.
we want to know what is best, middle, and worst, to be sympathetic and understand.
we hope that we really care.
we want to stop you with our stare; we want our fingers to make goosebumps embroider your skin, every single time.
we want you to want to do the same for us.
we want it not be so important, we want it to be everything.
we want to relax, make the right choice, feel like it was somehow worth it, every single time.
we hope upon hope that we were right. God, how we do hope that.