Desolate Moon (SS 2)

want brings anguish

I want too much

I want too quickly

I want the unobtainable

I want blue-sky eyes and curly hair.

I want calloused hands and frown lines.

I want breath-constricting hugs and surprise visits.

I want drunken teasing and awkward dancing.

I want insecurity and scars.

I want your tears to stain my clothing and the blood of your enemies against my skin.

I want heart palpitations and sweat sliding down my back.

I want everything we could have been had we been giving the chance to bloom in the midst of our tempest.