Poetry

Want 

A deep, penetrating, and sorrowful joy
A regretful exploration

Tantalizing, delicious, and exhilarating mistakes 

A whim, an earthquake
A unending cerebral labyrinth  
And a crippling realization 
When I thought I was what you wanted

I thought I was what I wanted, too. 

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