All I want is you.

I am not sure I can find the courage anymore to say what I need to say,

I am a bit drunk and floating with the moon shining through my window,

but alcohol is not the way I want to find courage for something that matters,

it's like reading the summary of a story and ignoring the whole tale of love,

with all the anxieties and the breathlessness and the desperation,

where lovers look into each others eyes and know something's different,

looking for excuses to be together and feel each others intoxicating presence,

when the air is too heavy to even move around let alone dance.

The frustration of inaction and stillness kills the the excitement within,

and just like everything else I am putting it away for another day,

satisfied with living in a false hope that someday I would have the courage,

where I would break through all my inhibitions and my fears,

I would just run to you and tell you how I really feel inside,

how I say vapid sentences and repeat them later to myself in regret,

how your presence alone disorients me to the point of incoherence,

that you are beautiful in this moonlight and that all I want is you.