I Want

I want the love.

I want the ring.

I want to gaze at my finger,

With a sense of pride and security.

I want the diamond,

I want the effort,

I want to hear the poems written for me.

I want the text messages.

I want the phone calls,

I want the late night FaceTimes,

As we glance above at the frosty sky,

The navy ink spilling into the horizon,

Millions of stars waltzing and shimmering.

I want the dates,

I want the memories,

I want the non-judgemental love.

I want the eye contact,

The kind that lasts for lifetimes.

I want the special songs,

I want lyrics that remind you of me.

I want someone to care about my soul.

I want someone to care that I’m still trying,

I want someone to care that I’m still trying,

I need someone to care that I’m still trying.

I need someone to love this broken part,

The part that gleams like cracked glass.

I want the unconditional love.

I want to be the princess,

I want the fairytale prince,

I want the famous happily ever after.

I want the crown,

I want the ivory white gown,

I want the house,

I want the kids,

I want the family,

I want the unending bliss.

I just want the unbreakable love.

The eternal passion.

Is that so unrealistic?