What I want ── poem by Unidya on SpaceHey

What do I want? Maybe it's love, some hopeless romance that will fill my veins with everlasting thoughts of my new other. Maybe I want the life I'm living, the comfortable and calm life I long to have till death welcomes me. Do I want the horrible sieging depression that holds me down? The thoughts of suicide that won't ever leave me be, the loud ones and the silent ones? Maybe whatever it is that I want will be better than everything I dream of, better than my biggest fantasies. I probably only want the heartbreak that I've never experienced, I don't want to miss out, I want to feel belonged. Maybe I already do, maybe I belong, or maybe I'm just delusional. In hindsight, I want was I'm given. The life to live, the love to feel, and of course, the sadness to endure.