To be loved.

No, I don't want to be taken care of, or looked after.

I don’t want to listen to kind words or flattery, neither am I looking for a shoulder to cry on.

I want no flowers or jewellery.

And no false reassurances. 

All I want is to be loved.

I want to be loved passionately, deeply, wildly, unconditionally, madly and everything in between.

A love with deep devotion and a mild obsession, 

Like a maddening rush that fills me up and blurs everything and everyone around me.

A love that is tangible and infinite with no start and no end. 

Or maybe I just want to be secretly admired and thought about, 

or pulled close roughly, but kissed tenderly as those hands trace the small of my back.

I want to be more like a habit or a muse, 

 or an absent companion on a trip, or while watching a romantic ruse. 

I want to be the last person you want to see before the lights go out, 

And the first person you touch as the sun comes up. 

 I just want to be one with you, 

Two beings with a single heartbeat.

Because right now, in this dark, chaotic life of mine, I could use some love.