"There's a flower. . . I think she's tamed me"

Oh, be like the little prince, won't you?
You took me to see the stars
I didn't know then that he was up there

Its my favorite story, you told me
About a fox and rose and sheep and a little prince
So when we left each other again, I went and read your story

He was the only boy in the world for the fox
And she was the only flower in the world to him
Oh, how this is too often neglected

I am waiting for you, my little prince
Oh, won't you tame me?
We can laugh with the stars and hear the bells

Has the sheep eaten the flower or not?

pull you close
grab my waist
rest my hands
on your face
kiss you slow
close embrace
lift me up
wearing lace
hands will drift
press and trace
melting with
the sweet taste
love on lips
time to waste
you and i
in this place

s.s

You are only friends with me when it is convenient for you
Ignore me every day
Come into our room and stay quiet
Coinhabitants; living but not talking
I know if it weren't for living together
you wouldn't want me around

We once were friends
now I think you barely can stand to be around me
What a shame

I remember the way you jumped into my arms
and declared that you were my roommate
when we stood in my old bedroom

Now I stand here deciding
stay or go?

Do I make more out of this
you and me
when I write poetry about it?

Do I over analyze it
and dream too much about it
so that I think its more than what it is?

How am I supposed to know how you feel
if you don't tell me?
All this guessing
and going with the flow,
makes me anxious and all I want is you.
I want to know that I have you.
But do I right now?
It's okay if I don't, I just want to know you aren't going anywhere.

Is it really like how it's shown on TV?
Does he wrap his arms around your waist
and hug you from behind?
Does he kiss your forehead
and play with your fingers while you watch a show?
Do you tangle your legs together when you sleep
and does he like the way your hair smells like lavender?
Does he think about you when you're with your friends
and text you to ask what's going on?
Does he wait eagerly for a notification from you
and does he put on the hat you said you liked, that one time?
Does he take you to dinner
and hold your and across the table?
Does he look at you, and really truly see you,
and still think you are beautiful and good?

Why, oh why, does no one want this with me?
Are those things what people really do?

I've seen these things done,
in real life and in books and in poetry and on tv and
somehow the world goes on around me
but I feel like I'm missing a piece of myself

A piece of my heart is missing
a man is not that missing piece
nor is a man going to complete me
but I see people living like this around me
and I long for it, I yearn for it, I beg for it

I want someone to want me in the way I want them
I want someone to miss me and wait for me to get out of class
I want to know they are committed to me and only me
I want someone to count the days until we are together again
I want someone to love me and want me, so wholly

Why is that too much to ask for?

Why is that so hard to find?