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.

Sweet, Sweet Nothing

Please,

Before another word

Crosses your sweet, perfect lips

Take your foot from my neck

And allow me one last breath–

To defend, define, dismantle myself

As you seem low on ammunition

And after all, I live to serve