What do you want from me? is what we always ask.
You have so much to give, I have so much to take.
But if you want to know what I want from you, I have no answer.
I would love to say: everything!
Your pain, your happiness, your anger, your lust.
But who am I, to share in these, or take them on.
Would I not have to unconditionally love?
Or rather you?
For all this is yours to give.
And would I ever really admit, I all want all this?
So when you ask me, I have no answer.
Perhaps a hug, perhaps a long explanation.
And a multitude of questions.
But if you really need to know, just what I want from you, know this:
Everything you are willing to give.