Denials

I can say love is chemical.
But I still crave something that blinds the senses.
I can say soulmates are the thing of dreamers.
It doesnt stop the ache in my chest.
I can say twin flames are so rare it’s likely no one really finds theirs.
It doesnt stop me from feeling like I’m not exactly whole, and crave what it means.
Life gets grey.
I get bored.
I am treated like a pet.
Seen and patted but seldomly listened to.
I want what challenges me.
I want what makes me mad with passion.
I want what makes my legs shake and voice raw.
I want to be… respected.

But I think I am meant for this right now.

Lonely in rooms full of people…