A List of the Random Things I Want
I want to be put on autopilot.
I'm cranking out poems like I'm a machine.
I want to go to sleep.
Slip into a coma
For a couple of days, or weeks, or months, or years.
I want them to leave me alone.
I can't run from the world, but I sure can try.
I want to finish my homework.
I haven't even started it yet...
Does anyone really care?
I want to stop pretending.
When will this Stained Glass Masquerade end?
I want to run like Cinderella.
Leave my nonexistent glass slipper behind,
And have you be the one to find it.
I want to know the value of pi,
Down to the very last decimal.
I want you to notice me,
Love me, as more than just a friend.
I want my first kiss.
I want to be a child, I want to be sixteen.
I want to Stop This Train, go the words of wisdom from John Mayer.
I want August to arrive.
I want the heat to come,
And marching band to begin.
I want to sit on a bench at Fran Rish Stadium with you, wrapped in a blanket.
I want to get to know you better, find more things to love.
I want this list to end.
I want to stop wanting,
Everything but you.