I don’t want you to be special to me.
i don’t want to cling to you and hold your hand
and give you everything i have to give,
or frolick in grass plains, nondescript,
where no one knows your name
i don’t want my heart to yearn for something it cannot have,
nor do i want to want to want
to want is to give up hope in uncertainty
to believe is to forget about intricacy
i want to be as delicate
as the withered stalks of forgotten lilies
left on graves of lives long past
and fall to dust as ashes we came from, the
history of stars so far away
i must be crazy to think that this should make any sense at all
and i don’t want to want to want you
not now, not ever, no dice, thank you, good bye
-Shane Keiser