Wanted

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But the thing is

I will never admit to anyone who's met me

how desperately I want to be loved

I don't think I could say it.

But I want to scream it

How I want someone to hold my wrist, kiss my palms, & smile a cheeky smile only for me, and want me.

I want to be wanted

I don't know

I don't how long poetry will substitute for being wanted.

For the feeling, a tender love.

-m.j.h.

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