Book love

 When I was young, I built myself a shield 

To keep myself safe out there on the field. 

I made it using poems, stories and books. 

I read them in every staircase, every corner, every nook. 

They helped me have crazy adventures and travels, 

Filled my head with incredible magic and marvels. 

 

I’ve lived through them a thousand and one lives. 

I’ve had thousands of lovers, husbands and wives. 

 

They were the first to teach me about life and death. 

Taught me to keep going and fight to my last breath. 

They taught me about a love so devastating 

That it left you cying, wanting, shaking. 

 

A love like a blazing fire, warm and bright 

Something worth fighting for with all your might. 

I’ve felt a love so strong my heart could barely fit my chest 

Something to set them apart from the rest. 

 

I’ve fallen in love with heroes, princes and knights. 

I built stories to keep myself wake at night. 

I know a love that would watch the world burn for me, 

A love that doesn’t know lust, violence, or greed. 

A love that comes in the shape of hugs, notes and looks, 

A love that they say only exists in books. 

They say I have set my expectations to high, 

That this way no one will ever love me right. 

But I don’t want a love that follows me with lust, 

Don’t want to settle just because someone said I must. 

 

Don’t want some boring first date I met online, 

Who won’t give for my thoughts even a dime. 

Don’t want someone who wants me to keep my head down 

Just so they can play the alpha clown. 

 

Don’t want a passionate affair, that will last one night, 

Just to wake up next to someone who doesn’t feel right. 

Don’t want a lover who'll use me just for pleasure, 

Don’t want to feel the heartbreak or the pressure. 

I want a love like Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, 

Someone who will love me slowly and let me set the pace. 

A love like Wendy Darling and Peter Pan, 

Someone who will love me purely because they can. 

The kind of love that keeps Kaz and Inej together, 

Someone who will come for me, who will fight with me forever. 

My family thinks I am a hopeless romantic, 

But I believe that's just semantics. 

I want to be loved thoroughly and deeply until they fall. 

And if I can’t be loved like that, then don’t love me at all.