In Love With Love

 

Why can’t I be

A normal girl?

A girl who wants easy things

Sex.

Lust.

One-night stands.

Why am I to be

The one in a million

Who craves love?

Sex?

Satisfaction.

Lust?

Satisfaction.

One-night stands?

Satisfaction.

Love?

Years and years

Of pain

And grief

And wonder.

“What if…?”

Haunts my mind

Like nothing else

Like no one else.

To be in love

With love

Brings no satisfaction.

Not instantly

On any note.

It does bring eventual peace

And maybe that’s

Okay.

Maybe that’s what

I want

I need

I feel.

To be in love

With love

Is a one in a million

Is an almost never

But it’s me

I suppose.

It’s always me.