And He Said, " Why Don't You Find Someone To Love You If You're So Desperate To Be Loved."

And he said, " Why don't you find someone to love you if you're so desperate to be loved."

" I'll love you till the stars die", she says.

The stars are already dead.

Have you ever looked at someone and thought I wanna love you.

I wanna love you when you're in so much pain you don't know what to do with yourself. When you are in so much pain, I feel like I feel it too.

I wanna love you when you are happy. So happy it's like the sun has settled beneath your skin, and I have to squint so I can see you because you're too beautiful to look away from.

I wanna love you when you're angry and venting.

I wanna love you when you're calm and we are bored together. When life is outside, our window passes us by like spilled molasses. Sticky and syrupy sweet.

I just wanna love you.

I wanna love you in the morning when your face is puffy and your hair is a rats nest.

I wanna love you when we're grocery shopping and fighting over what brand of chips to buy.

I wanna love you even when loving you is hard, and it would be so much easier to not love you anymore.

I wanna love you even when our love fades.

I wanna love you even when I no longer love you.

I want our love to be a choice and an obsession.

I wanna love you with an intensity that scares me.

"We're all made of stardust,'' they say.

But I want to dance in the stars, collecting stardust between my toes. Sprinkling golden fairy dust with every step. I'll leave a trail of wonder and mystery behind me. Where oh where do the stars lead me?

My mother took my hand and told me the other day she had expected me to be someone different when I grew up. She smiled and said it gently. Said I wasn’t bad or anything but she had just expected something else.

But I could tell looking her in the eye that she had expected better. The way she had to pause before every, different, and the letter b would drip off her tongue before she stopped. There was a longing in her eyes for a different daughter. Someone she looks for in each and every girl my brother brings home. And what I am lacking. They all have.

Who I was starting to learn to love wasn’t enough.

I’m starting to hate touch.

I told you I can't sleep. It feels like I'm having a perpetual panic attack that won't stop. I can't breathe, I can't think. Nothing wrong has happened, but my brain is trying to convince me I've broken everything.

I hurt.