what do I want?
what do I love?
there is a feeling I get when I see a face
a face that radiates beauty
it runs way beneath the skin
I know it
it is not the face
it is not the glamorous appearance
it is the flaws behind the seemingly perfect face
it is all the mannerisms and philosophies
it is all the things that I endure then come to accept
it is the assurance that this beauty is going to have my back
that this beauty will run with me
help me when my steps falter
catch me when I fall
because I am without breath or inhaler
then appear to knock the air back into my lungs only to take my breath away
I do not want what I have
neither do I have what I want
so I wait
then chase
now I wait again