Same chick from the 'Foolhardy Pants' poem, except I was sorta brooding over her from afar because I knew it wouldn't work out but I really didn't want to accept that. Also inspired by a bit I took from a manga called Loveless...

Desire is a part of me.
Just as much as love or anger,
but it is a part I could do without.
It still remains.

Without desire there would be focus.
I would do whatever I felt like,
without distraction of desire.
I could live free.

Without desire, I would have no love.
No aspiration, no dreams.
I would have no motivation.
But who wants desire?

I WANT it...