I Want to Find My Soulmate

Yes I can't help it.

I try to pretend that I will make do with less.

But I want Him.

With his beautiful poetry and his sad tormented his eyes.

I want to bite his bottom lip and make daisy chains as we picnic in the sand dunes.

I want to listen to Him play guitar and dance around him as he looks nervously at my movements.

I want to fall into him in the sand and for him to hold me tight.

To tell me it's okay. To tell me I'm alright.