Mire

Is it that a person could want it for themselves? A connection of something that not everyone has, that not everyone would want, but we do. Do we want it? At times, though unpleasant it can be - though when it's dark and entrancing to rid of it, the only thing you wish for, nada, the key. But what would happen if we came together, I fear we'll both know of it soon; but when fear is fickle, we do not fear, as opposed to lust for it now. Though if I said time is running out, then you may say that I'm a liar, before I leave several months from now, I wish. For a desire of fulfilment and in hope to be told - I need someone to sell it out to, where it's held as a belief, that only you could unfold, a whim of truthful lies, to another who does not know.