Walking Contradiction

I long for someone to hold my hand

And walk alongside me in the sand

 

A leisurely stroll down an empty beach

As we run and feel the soft sand on our feet

 

I long for someone to sleep beside me

And comfort me when dark thoughts start to guide me

 

To sit in a café where we can read and sip coffee

Or chat with each other and nibble on toffee

 

I long for a good life with a wonderful person

And yet, I think, as I scribble the words down

 

I’ve been hurt once, twice, and thrice

My heart cannot handle another roll of the dice

 

And these thoughts lead me to think about myself

My chubby cheeks, stomach, and my size of an elf

 

And I hope that someone out there will love me

I long for cute nicknames spoken by a voice of sweet honey

 

But then why, I wonder, is the point of living in fiction?

And I answer myself, I’m a walking contradiction