I thought I was just getting by.
No. I don't want to do that.
Perhaps if I rhyme,
I'll sound fine.
No. No. No
It's all wrong.
I'll save you from the cliche
that I wan't to magically inspire you with.
I'll stop myself from attempting to sound clever
with my rehearsed lines that I claim are ad-libs.
I'll tell you straight.
I. want. to. feel. passion.
The kind that weighs your chest down
from the moment your in unison
and separate into harmonies
as an emergent part
yet still together as a whole
like unison.
The kind that makes you feel pain
breaking your back
when one has hurt the back
of your friend
because you are one.
The kind that keeps you struggling
because the journey it kills
but the results save
so you continue to walk, run, drag yourself
till the end.
The kind that makes you focus
on one in a million and five.
The kind that makes you perceive
a new perspective of a million and six.
I. want. passion.
I want to feel together with something, someone, anything.
I want it to hurt deep.
The more blood that seeps
The more colors of passion
there will be.