I want someone to love me.
No, not like my mother,
Nor my father,
Or my brother,
My sisters,
My cousins,
No.
I want someone
who isn’t obligated
To love me,
Someone who willingly chooses
To love me.
To know all of my flaws and the secrets
I so viciously try to keep hidden,
Yet, still choose to love me.
I want someone
Who at the end of the day,
Will love me for me,
And not the facade I play.
But how will they love the real me,
When she herself
Is not real.
-by me, please repost and don’t steal.







