What do I want?

I want to be curled up on his couch in his arms

Snuggled in his tenderness

I want to have a working car that stays that way

A job that is fulfilling and that appreciates my hard work

I want to be independent of dependence

And confident in my choices

I want to know what those choices are and know the time to make them

I want to feel a piece of bliss

Rather than the cloudiness that haunts me daily

And the regret the tears at my very being

I want to be without hate for those who deceived me

And without want for wanting to be deceived

I want to be trustworthy and no longer ignorant of the obvious

But mostly I wish to be true to myself and my needs