I Want
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I want
And because I want, I suffer
This is the oldest story in the world
A person wandering the earth
Carrying a thirst no water can cure
This is how desire tricks us
Not with abundance
But with the illusion of possibility
I have begged for love that was never coming
I have stood at locked doors
And learned to baptize
My shame with hope
And still, if you touched my hand now,
I would call it salvation
I would kiss the bars of my own cage
Knowing there was never any door,
Or hands
Only the dream of one
