The books I read
Are always so full of love.
They give me aspirations that I can lead
A life like that of a dove’s.
As doves are seen as solely romantic
Intertwining necks into a heart.
The person I am is frantic,
As love is so sweet and tart.
I’m scared of finding love,
As love is not a thing for girls like me.
I push the thoughts back and firmly shove.
At any sign of love I flee.
For girls like me are scared of rejection
As they are destined to get their heart strings torn.
My body and soul are full of imperfections,
I wish to just be reborn.
For a simple no is too much of a pain.
For a simple yes is too much of a hope.
For asking for a response makes me insane.
For either answer, I need to cope.
Cope with either the fact,
Someone likes me or not.
For either way I will feel trapped,
And my stomach will tie into knots.
I am not destined to have my fairy-tale ending,
Where the princess meets the handsome prince.
With my friends I am consistently sending
A message that love simply makes me wince.
Though I long for a boy to call my boyfriend
And even so a kiss on the head,
I know to no avail that is not how this end.
As I lay down and bury myself with pillows on my bed,
I whisper to the angels,
How sweet it would be to have a life full of love,
And to be cherished like that of a dove.