Poetry about roaring

Screaming at the top of my lungs, surging, howling wind, landslide, earthquake,

1. I don't want much, I just want you to accompany me, I don't want much, I just want you to hug me!

I admit that I really don't care. I'm not the person you want.

I have been in love for a long time. It becomes a habit. If it hurts for a long time, it becomes a scar.

I love you, not to forbid others to love you. But let you only love me.

I don't want to say that I really miss you, and you miss me as much as I miss you.