Everyone wants what they cannot have at times
That pang in your chest
One to detest
There of pure longing

The feeling when you know
That ship will never set sail
At least for you
Though others board with ease
to make memories
Out there on the seas

But not you
You’re stuck where you are
Not to move
Even if you wanted to

You get used to it eventually
Though it always hurts
To know you cannot do
Go nor be
What you want most

though
If we can’t accept this
We live stuck in fantasy
Thinking on and dreaming
Of what we ought to be

Living life inside a lie
That you spun yourself
Stuck inside a box
That you, who into it climbed

Please don’t be silly
Don’t be a fool
Like every person out there
Who’s ever wanted more
Tried to even up the score
With a sense of longing
That they could not endure

They’ll just sit there laughing
Thinking that they’ve won
they’re shrouded in delusions
unable to see
They get nicked and cracked
But pay it no mind
Never considered the fact that they
Were beaten more than thought
And they’ll never know they’ve shattered
Till they see the glass

its funny, how little love there is there
despite their protesting
you're a source of a amusement;
its a pleasurable kind of pain
that leaves you wanting and drained
but pleasure and pain
all the same

Wanting to eat
we **** every animal that allows us to approach
until we’ve lost countless opportunities for domestication
and only the creatures that fear us or fight us are left.

The Moriori were a pacifist tribe living in the Chatham Islands
they ate well on abundant sea life until that secret got out
and they came into contact with the violent Māori from Wellington
this initial contact was a 12 year old girl’s flesh hung on posts
yet the Moriori council determined a peaceful approach to the Māori
who proceeded to enslave, ******, and eat the Moriori at will
the last Moriori descendant died in 1933, about 100 years later
Māori descendants make up about 16% of New Zealand’s population.

Wanting to eat
we **** every animal that allows us to approach
until we’ve lost countless opportunities for domestication
and only the creatures that fear us or fight us are left.

If I could have one moment
Just a second of your time
A smile
If I could just talk to you
For  one second
A smile
If I could hold your hand
For  one second
A smile
I'd have all this for just one second more
For today I have
No smile

you're right there,
just waiting for me
i know you are,
you put it so plainly,
and i can clearly see
you're so sweet
and
i'm so tempted
as i stand here screaming out your name,
i know i can't have you
why must you do this to me, torture me so?
i love you, but you don't love me back
yes, you give me more,
but not what i want,
won't you cut me some slack? is this always going to be this way?
"no, it won't, one day things will be different,"
i hope to hear you say.

A repeating line of patterns of something deeper then memory
It's the motion of waves of wonder of maybe something like pain
A wanting to lessen to soften to gently lay my head down
It's not what's happening now