Embrace

Often I wonder if I'm easy to fall in love with
If my face is what someone's mind is constantly filled with
Or if I twist every last thing down to how he looks at me
To fit my own very dark delusional twisted fantasy
A world where I'm loved and everything is foggy
Like you see in your mind when you read an old clothbound book's story
I want warmth to be my best friend
I want embrace to be my lover
I want matched up heartbeats to be my hope
Often I wonder if you want to hold me as much as I do you
If when our eyes linger it's just me overexaggerating what they do
Or if there really is something darkly magical there
Because after all, I believe love is the most dark and magical thing here
It gives us hopes but tears them down leaving nothing left
It leaves us crying on the ground wishing we'd never met
I want warmth to be my best friend
I want embrace to be my lover
I want matched up heartbeats to be my hope
Is love actually a necessity? Or do we convince ourselves it is?
Do we just convince ourselves any old emotion is it?
Do we overanalyze things just to make this world more like our fantasy?
Our individual fantasy that is nothing like true life really
To hope and pray the gray hued dimly lit magical world shows itself
And that it replaces the bright, boring world we've convinced ourselves is hell
I want warmth
I want embrace
I want matched up heartbeats
I want a best friend
I want a lover
I want hope