I want those lovers you see

in restaurants,

greedy to know more

of each other,

to devour each other.

I want a heart,

one to replace

this stone I’ve been

cursed with.

I want a strong wind

at the ends of my fingertips,

so I’d only have to wave

to be noticed.

I want to feel hatred,

I no longer see

the fun is loving.

I want the crowds

to go,

only because their faces

stab into somewhere

too pure and untouched.

I want to die,

to see the end

and know I’m on time.

I want to live

and feel like I haven’t missed

a thing.


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