Inanimate

I need to be wanted,

but want to be needed.

 

I still steal from love,

while love steals from me.

 

I bloom from trust

and you say that’s enough.

 

There is light.

We are only humans.

 

And everything comes back.

 

I still write, I still write.

Into the stillness of every night.

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