I Don't Think I Could Ever Be Loved

I don't think I could ever be loved

The way I write about love

I don't think that anyone would choose to look at me 

While we are sitting under a sky full of stars

Or bring me a flower from a tree on our way

Because I love flowers, but not the expensive ones

That anyone would ever write me letters

Or consider me a muse for their poems

Or listen to me vent about my day

Like it's all they wanted to hear

That anyone would ever post me

To the love songs I've made playlists on

Or dance with me in the rain to tum se hi,

With the whole world watching us

That anyone would ever hug me so tightly

That all my insecurities just melt away

Or hold my hands so tenderly

As if theirs were designed just to fit perfectly with mine

That anyone would ever take pictures

Of a beautiful sunset whenever they spot one

Just so they can send them to me

For they know how much I love them

That anyone would ever switch places with me

While we're walking on the sidewalk

Or let me put my hands in the holes of their sweater

Because mine just gets cold very easily, you know?

I don't think I could ever be loved

The way I want to be loved

Or maybe the universe is just taking its time,

Or so I believe.