Sunday, August 21, 2011

A Poem of Sorts

I want a girl.
I want a girl
who’ll hold my hand when we walk sometimes.
Who understands me even half of the time,
and knows when I’m joking.
A common bond,
I just want to be recognized.
I don’t need a serious relationship,
but someone who’ll
accept me for who I am
would be nice.
Someone who wouldn’t just see
my outside figure,
but past the awkwardness
to my sense of humor,
my biting wit,
and my horrible self-consciousness.
I wish I were that humble.
I need someone to share stuff with.
Companionship would be great.
I’m not asking for a soulmate,
although that would be wonderful.
I just need someone…
to be there.