To be loved

Here comes the desire to be wanted.
To be cared for.
It's true when they say that you cannot move on
Unless someone new comes along.

You have stolen my heart..

I'm stupid for still hoping for you.
That you'd be the one to sing love songs for me.
And be the reason why you'd play melodies.
Or even write poems and letters.

But I'm not.
Not the one who you'll want to be with.
To talk and share stories to.
Because I'm just your friend.

Yes, I know right from the start
That we're not meant for each other
You're way out of my league.
We can't just be together.

I have wanted to move on.
But you are my first love!
And still, no one has managed to pass through my walls.
Like the way you effortlessly tore it down.

You were the last who made it through.
People were pushed away by my silence
Or were annoyed by my boisterous laugh.
Or by my loud curses and unrestrained comments.

And I said I wouldn't marry.
But you know, I miss what it feels to love
And know what it's like to be loved.
Not unrequited, not one-sided.