Dove

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.