Everything That You Want

Everything that you want to be

Is at some point everything that you're not

I find it hilarious, really

the excessive need to feel small.

Like adding just one painting to a gray old concrete wall.

And the persistence of wanting less than more,

Loving never felt any better, yet people still see it as a chore.

“ Ask me anything “

and I answer with a lie.

I could be so fucking unhappy here

but I could also meet a guy.

It doesn’t matter the circumstances,

novels thrown all over my floor.

Hopeless romantic

But when love knocks, I always end up locking the door.

“So just like honey?”

“Or maybe something better...”

“I'm sorry, I don't follow”

Something less sweet, easier to water down and swallow.

I hate writing about it

It's not something I'm proud of.

Shame comes in so many forms

I never thought one of them would be love.