Love

It passed. Everything passes eventually. Here in my quiet corner, an empty storeroom filled with memories. In a place where I can silently hate myself for all the things that I should be but cannot find the strength to be. Where I don't have to afraid to tell you that I love you. Where I don't have to be afraid to express how much I care. Where I can be human, up to my standards, and not feel like a freak for it. Maybe its just a load of bullshit. That I care, that I attempt to rise above my nature. It came to a time I am willing to admit that there's something fundamentally wrong with me. I can't change it, I cant do anything about it. I hate it, the way it makes me helpless in some situations. Once in awhile. Its alright.

I just want to be good enough, for once. Good enough. Thats all. Not even perfect, not yet.

Love is real, real is love,
Love is feeling, feeling love,
Love is wanting to be loved.
Love is touch, touch is love,
Love is reaching, reaching love,
Love is asking to be loved.
Love is you,
You and me,
Love is knowing,
We can be.
Love is free, free is love,
Love is living, living love,
Love is needing to be loved.