cherry flavored.

wanting love

the day
finally
ended.

watery drops
poured,
landing on
my hair.

my mother
drove up
to the
sidewalk
i stood on.

come in, nelly.
i hear her
murmur,
obviously
uninterested.

as the van
door
shifted
open,
i glanced at
her typing
on her phone.

my mom smiled
ever so
delightly
and blissfully.

if only she could
smile so
widely
like
that with
my family and i.

i stepped into
the car,
my backpack
placed against
the front
seat.

raindrops dripped
from the
ends
of my drenched
hair,
wetting the
seat.

the car began
driving as
i thought
about my
school life.

i wondered what
it is like
to have friends
at school.

usually,
i spot
vera and
julia giggling.

oh, how i wish
i had someone
to giggle and
gossip
with.

but even so,
there's a bunch
of people
like
me.

i'm not one
of a
kind.

i never
was handed
the gift
of a mother's
love.

although
people think
i'm an
emotional
freak, i'm
really not.

i just want
someone
to genuinely
hold me
in their
arms,
telling me
it will be okay.

i want someone
to care
for me, asking
me about
how my
day lived.

i want to feel
a mother's
love.

if you granted
me anything
i could
wish for,
it would
be to be loved.

not even
a mother's
love,
just anyone's
love.

both the
raindrops
and teardrops
trickled
from their origin.

raindrops from
my
soaked hair,
and teardrops
from
my watery
eyes.

but i desired
for something
that
wasn't
really possible.

love.

i want love.

i need love.