Who Needs Love?

Who really needs love?

The committment, the happiness, the future in-laws
threatening you that if you break their sister's heart they'll break your face!

Who needs somebody that is there for you because they genuinely want to be and not because they feel obligated to?

When you're in the midst of the storm and you have nobody to panic with, or squeeze their hand until the blood-circulation stops, who needs love then?

Who needs somebody extra to give you that sense of belonging and isn't ashamed to hold you tight, like they did when the thunder was crashing, and the lightening was raving in the Heavens,
and there was only that one care bear that could make her feel safe, as if she was Superwoman?

Who needs that kissing in the park,
holing hands in the cinema
'baby I love you' shit?

The answer is I do.
I need love.