Desire

And I don’t know how much it really means to be right

There are things that I’d like to believe are true

but I know that memory blurs, distorts, and bends

with time and desire like that moon waxing and waning

that I stare at in the pitch-black night of my dreams

where I wait, suspended in my emotions

grasping at something, nothing, everything that I was and am and will be

 

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