Entry #3

I'm ready. 

I'm ready to devote myself.

Let someone become my drug, 

to feel like I have to have them

by my side 

or fear for the withdrawal 

of wanting.

I'm ready to long painfully 

for their company.

To never stop sharing words, 

thoughts,

emotions, 

memories,

myself.

I'm ready to fall.

To feel jealously 

and heart break.

I'm ready to feel wanted 

and admiration 

of how perfect they are. 

Ready to have them 

be the first thought of the day

and the last thought of the night.

I've made my errors

and I have been the heart breaker, 

but I wasn't ready. 

Though, I definitely know now

I am ready for it all. 

Just have to wait for the right one. 

-Layla L-

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems