it's scary, feeling alive

the trains pass every 15 minutes.

it's the hardest place to speak,

but instead of being silent

we learn to tell our lies.

It's easier this way,

holding up our fake image.

Except, my arms are weary,

my spirit, my soul, tired.

I want a life lived honest.

I want a love held tight.

I want a mind of self-confidence.

I want to be alright.

I want to feel like I'm soaring;

I want to be chain-free.

I want to know where the ground is

for when my wings can't carry me.

I want to want things without being scared

that someone will know I learned to want.

I did,

and the truth of the matter is:

what I really want is to want,

and right now all I want is you.