It's 1 am again, and she's still awake
She's sad, angry and so tired but still reads stories of love and couples
She smiles at their love, and longs for it herself
To be loved that way, to be free to love someone that way
No rules, or guidelines
Just free, FREE acceptance
Not even in a romantic sense,
Just a bond, if you will, with someone
Who understands her flaws and takes them and still loves her
Who understands her whirlwind of emotions and thoughts
Who makes her feel safe, beautiful and yes loved
But, she notices, that she can't bring herself to accept her faults, and live with them, so why expect someone else to ?
So she sighs, brushes away tears of anger, frustration, and heart aching loneliness to continue reading these flowery words of love and life
And hopes, hopes with all her being,
that someday she can fill that void in her, and find someone who loves her for her, this crazy, crazy girl who doesn't understand herself, and is desperately trying to. Someone who understands her wild thoughts and dreams, and helps steady them. Who calms the fervor in her thoughts and maybe tame the raging of her imagination and cool the spark of insanity. Till then she'll keep reading these silly love tales, and write down all the flowery words of love.To say to the person who understands. Till then
