I want to be loved but I'm starting to feel like maybe its not even real. A figment. A lie. A beautiful dream full of sweet honey and sticky roses until I awake and I'm nothing but a mess. A lonely mess. Painting in my head what I want love to feel like. Colours of peach and baby blue. Love isn't real. It doesn't exist. Its a sick game we all play with ourselves to feel valid. We let anyone and everyone in just to hear those words
"I love you"
Those gut wrenching, soul tugging, heart warming yet boiling until my chest is singed
Words
Crows start to pick at my brain as i lose sight of what love is supposed to be. Until a beautiful dove came and calmed my storm. And even that was bittersweet. Because the closer it got the darker it became
And now im awake
Lost and confused with all of my love and trust chewed in your mouth as you feed it to someone else claiming it to be yours and you are seen as a the beautiful dove I thought you were.
