Surviving Heartbreak

The Love I Crave For

I deserve better.
Not perfect, but better.
Yes, I mess up—say the wrong thing,
hurt your feelings when I'm scared
and lash out.
I'm human, but I'm working on it,
every single day.
I hold myself accountable,
because I know I've got so much love to give,
so much to offer,
and I am a good fucking person.

I deserve flowers just because—
roses on the doorstep,
lilies left on the pillow like a whispered secret.
Pick me up, take me on a date,
open the damn car door like I matter,
like you've been waiting to see me all day.
I deserve the texts that say, I miss you,
the post-it notes tucked in my book
that remind me, you're beautiful,
or I love the way you smile.

I want random acts of love—
love that has no boundaries,
no limits,
love that doesn't hold back or wait
for the "right" moment.
I don't need someone all over me 24/7,
but I don't want to be an afterthought either.
I want to be considered.

Hold me when I cry,
when the weight of my heart feels too much,
kiss me when I talk too much
or start a pointless argument
just because I need to feel seen.

Love me beyond my flaws,
beyond the sharp edges I show
when I'm scared of losing you.
I am worth it.
I am fucking worth it.

—MistakenGenius