Be your wants:

you can have it all.

To you, who wore me once
and never thought to wash.

I will never find you unbeautiful,
over all time and between all distance.

I feel a slow sense of freedom rising through within my soul,
a freedom from the confines of past grievances, and past traumas,
a freedom from the need for anyone who held me high before, and anyone who now tries to
bond me low.

I'm no victim,
only my own willingness to remain ignorant
and seek expression through physical pleasure.
I can only blame myself for not controlling what is my reality,
my body, thoughts and actions.
Here and now, I endorse all responsibility.

Change in behaviour is a physiological process;
mind must direct body, and body
must pattern mind.

Idealism is the unification of self.
And so, your love is my love
whereeveryoumaybe.

Look upon the eyes of a
man unhappy, unheard
for he's no man but
a trying boy.

"I will not live to refine
mediocrity"

"potential will always afloat, but arrive only
through discipline"

I yearn chaos for virtue in the repeated
attempts at order; yet, yearn the failures
at these attempts just as well.

I want to be your hair.

Then I can just get tangled

and absorb the fresh air

and never have to care.

Because you will untangle and sometimes pattern and braid me.

And
within moments of pity,
pride, possession, avarice;

and still, moments must resentful,
lustful, arduous, close;

some great current, unmoved
unblunted, unweakened, unswerved,
remains aflow;

for common nearness, a bondless magnetism,  
abounds through within faith-constance,
ever-surmounting that sight or scent
there without.