my friends ask me why i don’t flirt
and i wish they could understand
that i don’t their kinda love.
i want someone who makes me pancakes
and dots flour on my nose.
i want someone who can make me laugh
and not feel ashamed of how loud it is.
i want someone who treats me like a princess
but never forgets i slayed my own dragon
i don’t want the kind of love that my friends have
and i don’t think i could have it
because somewhere inside of me
i would lock certain things about me
inside a cage
and that is no way to love