Wanted

Hand in hand and smiling. Kissing the gods and laughing. The chanting of the court calling for his head. String him up, tie the ropes tight. Snapshots of the moments before the end of the world. Fire and brimstone. Sulphur and iron stench, hallmarks of a burning apocalypse. Wander the streets so lonely and frown. Cry if you want. Feel the way the pavement bucks and bursts beneath your feet. Cry if you can. Scream, maybe. Hold on to something. Fail.

You'll be okay someday. Just take this moment not to be. Take this moment and be real. Fade and away and crash. It's in your head because you're alone. Grab your fate with both hands and run. The only way to achieve anything is to steal it. There is no reality but what you take for yourself, but what you make for yourself.

Do you dream of lips meeting yours and soft hands caressing your sides? Do you crave a change that could never come? Are you afraid to die? Are you afraid to love? Are you afraid everyone will move on without you?

Invoke a heart by calling an image. Tell them you love them and it will be okay. Smile if you want. Cry too. Don't think about the pain. Don't think about the way you die.

Don't think about it. Just push it from your mind. Just move on. You want to be loved so desperately. You want to noise to collapse into a single entity, a single uncomplicated relationship. You want your heart back. You want your time back. You want love back. You want to be whole again. You want to be wanted again.

You're right to.