Wanting

Wanting,
yearning,
needing.

The things I want are few.
One of them is you.

The other is unspeakable,
unacceptable,
and it makes me choose.

If I want you,
I can't have it.
If I want it,
I can't have you.

I want to die,
but you keep me alive.
For if I die
I can't have you.

If I ever lost you
I don't know what I'd do.
For without you
I'm not alive inside.
Without you my heart will have died.

What then would be the point?

by hidden poet

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