Wanting

I don’t want you to think I wanted this.

Why would I want this? I loved you! I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you!

I knew you were a little rough around the edges, I knew you would probably hurt me, that someone loving you would be weird to you, that you wouldn’t know you wanted it.

I want to stay with you, I want to be with you, I want to know that every day I wake up to see you lying beside me, truly.

But I can’t be wanted by the cops with you.