I want to heal all the stitches
and fill my heart with a joy that puts a smile onto my face for decades.
But,
I
want to drench more into streams of sadness caused by my past where we were
making up the one, demolishing all the boundaries that could split up apart.
I want to be famous, appreciated,
rewarded.
But,
I want to be below average, one known by no one, bothered by no
one.
I want to walk the streets where everyone wants a glimpse of me.
But,
I want
to be known by nobody but you, the single you.
I want to be powerful who could
get anything done by anyone with a mere gesture of his eyebrows.
But,
I want to
ache more for your single glimpse.
I want to control the world.
But,
I want my
every single move controlled by you, sighing long before falling asleep, craving
for a cup of coffee made by you for centuries.
I want to be happy enough to lock
every sorrow of this world into an unseen place that never finds me again.
But,
I
want to taste our incomplete conversations in the back of my throat every night
quoting every single second of my life into utter bitterness.
I want to sleep long without
anything interrupting me for months.
But,
I want to crave for you every night,
wishing to have you by my side twisting legs and sharing breathes.
I want a
thousand sleepless nights burning every drop of my blood wishing you to be part
of my life.
