Punk rock desire

I want you to want me
For my mind, my smile, my poetry
For the way it feels with my arms wrapped around your shoulders.

I want you to want me
Not for my money - I'm broke.
Not for my fame - I'm a joke.
But for the fire that lights in me when you touch my arm.

I want you to want me for my passion!
For all the thousand and one things I do to vie for your favor.

I want you to want me
Not some vision of me
Not some idealistic version of me -
I want you to want every nick, every cut, every bruise.

I want you to want me
Because, lover, I want you
With a fire that burns
And threatens to consume my being.

I want you to want me
So that, drinking deeply of each other,
We can quench our thirsts.