Perfectly Imperfect Me

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