I don't like you

I don't like you
but I want you to like me
I want you to look at me like I'm the piece of art that hangs on your bedroom wall
I want you to tell me about the dream you had two weeks ago that hasn't left your mind
I want you to touch the small of my back just because you feel like it
I want you to smile at me- all day, every day
I want you to sing to me, even if it's just a few mutters under your breath

Alright, so maybe I like you

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