We're all broken people.

Flying over our own dead bodies like seagulls.

Searching for a non-existent sensation.

Withdrawn by fake attention and adoration.

Constantly craving something more.

More than this.

Something greater than everyday life.

Needing the validation and comfortability.

Allow my heart and soul to gain mobility.

We truly don't want this counterfeit emotion.

This fraudulent endearment.

All we want is a bit of affection, true respect and passion.

I searched for a long while.

To find someone who would warm me.

See me, as I truthfully am, and still give me rapture.

Protect me from my self made disasters.

I fell in and out of poisonous relationships.

And I was afraid.

Terribly terrified.

I believed I'd never experience euphoria.

And I found you.

Pure ecstasy.

A drug, more than that.

You got me high, in a way that wasn't superficial.

You loved me in a way that I'd never been loved before.

You kissed me in a way that brought me back to life.

You understood me in a sense that was almost overly polite.

And still,

You tell me how you feel,

And yet I don't understand.

But I'll stand by, believe all you have in mind.

Because I've nothing left to believe.

Except for the fact that perhaps you could love me.

And I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you to love me.

To be in love with me.

Maybe even indefinitely.

Ariah Christman