_Want. Want. Want._

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It pulses through me,

An ancient whisper in my mind,

A fleeting feeling on my skin.

_Want. Want. Want._

I want to be a better person.

I want to be nicer.

I want to be more honest.

I want to be more carefree.

_Want. Want. Want._

But mostly…

I want to be special.

I want to be gifted with magic,

Gifted with love.

I want to live a fantasy of tragedy and courage,

A tale of romance and despair.

I want a story told of me,

I want to face death and touch power.

_Want. Want. Want._

Too many books.

Too many movies.

Too many songs.

Too many stories.

_Want. Want. Want._

I want that.

I want it so badly I can’t breath.

The want in me is suffocating.

I can’t breathe around it,

Can’t think around it.

It takes too much space.

I’m drowning in my want,

Trying to keep my head above the water.

But every time I read a book-

I slip.

I slip for just a moment,

And then I’m falling,

Falling,

Falling.

But not to a haunted cave of ghosts and princes,

Not to a bloodied battlefield of warriors and monsters.

No, I fall to a simple couch.

Trying to catch my breath,

Trying to remember who I am.

Because I am not a princess,

I am not a warrior.

I am not a savior,

I am not a heroine to save all innocence.

I’m ordinary.

Simple.

Common.

_Want_.

_Want_.

_Want…_