I want to love again.
I want to hug and never let go
I want to think about someone
every second of every day
and sing love songs
and slowly dance
cheek to cheek.

I wanna fall again.
I want to learn everything about someone
I want to be hurt when I take things wrong
I want the thrills and stress
with laughs and sadness
and sweet talks
and compliments.

I want to lust again.
I want to miss someone
I want regular ***
with regular kisses
and hand holding
and sweaty cuddling.

I want to say I love you again
and make stupid gifts
and spend money on nothing
and run around just being together
I want to love to spend time with someone
and I want someone to love me back.
I want to be loved again.

A white sheet lay before me
I trace the creases where it was once folded
and finger the edges of it
I feel the soft fabric and
I fold it up nicely and put it away
waiting to take it out again

A white sheet lay before me
A small tear has happend
I feel the hole with my finger
and gently rip it
the stings attached fray in different directions and
I fold it up and put it away
waiting to take it out again

A white sheet lay before me
The sheet is covered in rips and holes now
I run my hands over the large rips where the folds would be
the strings get caught on my hand and
I wrap it up and put it away
waiting to take it out again

A once white sheet lay before me
The rips and holes match the large stains
the once white sheet is now nothing but stained strings
and lost hopes
I rip it up and throw it away
waiting for something new

In life there are two choices.
A or B
Right or Left
Yes or No
and even when choices are so simple
and answers so small
and meaningless,
the reasons
and thoughts
are so complex,
and so intricate,
and so hard to understand
that even a word like, Yes or no,
can mean more than the world itself.