I Want

I Want

I want to write something that is worth showing.
I want to witness something that lessens the lonely.
I want to wail on the wounds until they bleed.
I want to sail on the moons of dark seas.
I want to search perfection
So that I may know the worlds implications,
Of realness and soothing senses that are overworked from the days infections.

I want to feel well.
So well that I may create in the image of my duality,
Wisking away my greedy aching.
I want to make amends with my heart,
And answer away the wonders of the guards.
I want to feel something that makes sense
After all the days panic sets in.
I want to know the answer when you call.
And I want to accept the faults that install the resentment
Of harsh rain
Drowing in black eternity.

I want to be slain in honor of wanting.

I don't want to be clever, I want to be true.
I don't want to try so hard for the love to come through.
I don't want to hate so much or to wear so many torn shoes.
I don't want to practice or preach.
I don't want to teach or beseech.
I don't want to leave.
I just want to be part of you forever so that your children may believe
That there once was a you and me.
I want it to come freely.
I want the numbness to be sincerely driven into the hearts of others
So that they know the show wasn't an act

But prepared lively and truly.