I am not supposed to want you, but I do.
Is it so wrong to need?
You say I am something special.
You never quite say what that means.
I am only a woman.
Another afraid to live yet unwilling not to.
What is it I am looking for?
If I don't know, then will I know it when I find it?
I bite my tongue.
I keep quiet.
But,  you hear me.
You see me.