Y si te digo

Y que tal y si te digo que te amo
Que te extrano y no son mas que palabras
Que me robas mi aliento

Y que tal y si te digo que con tu abrazo me llevas hasta el cielo
Si te digo que por tus besos me deshago y me pierdo en otro mundo

Dime lo tan solo dime que puedo hacer para ya no quedar con la duda...
Dime lo que anoro por oir
Que no son tan solo palabras que se las lleva el viento...Dimelo

standing unhappily everywhere I didn't want to be

and as I stand here on the corner of happily ever nowhere and fuck my life I better figure this shit out all I can help but think is how so much I need to be told that it's all going to be alright. Clearly, not just by anybody but I need to at least know I'm going to be okay. Yes, I've said it to myself a million and one times and I will have to say it a million more 'cause somehow coming from me doesn't quite feel like enough.
   I'm yearning to hear it from you or quite frankly anyone at this point other than me. Yet, only a few know of my feelings and my sufferings as you pointed out my life is "perfect".
   Let me once and for all make a clarification, it's not perfect. Not even remotely near to it what so ever, I make it seem that way and I will continue to do so because lets face it no one cares and those that may well it's only in their interest. And why would I make myself vulnerable and weak to some one who will then turn it all around on me or later just use it to their advantage? I learned a long time ago that it's best to leave them in awe and wondering rather than take away the element of surprise.

I crave you

I crave you in the most sweet, unique, passionate full of desire kinda way

Where I crave midnight talks about everything and anything, something and nothing. 

I want to share with you my life, my goals, my dreams, fears and ambitions. 

I yearn to be snuggled next to you with my head on your chest and your arms tight around me making me feel like that's where I belong and nowhere else in the world. 

I crave your touch and your lips touching mine and that feeling that the world is ours and all is achievable. 

I keep waiting and sitting around for a sign that I'm the one and that you know it and I know it and that theres no going back. 

My phone hasn't buzzed and I keep wishing it would ring and your name will come up but that's not the case-

And who am I fooling it won't be either. 

I don't know what I'm more terrified of; that I'll cave in and go looking for you or that you don't even care to or if I do. 

It's beginning to feel like it's all just a craving for a need to be met and as you've said: I'm just a needy little girl that wants attention.