Sometimes its agitating having the standards I have. I want to be with an artist. I want to be sketched in an old journal and get photographed in black and white. I want to be turned into metaphors and be someones muse. I’m so used to being the one spending hours writing poetry about boys who don’t love me back and one day I want to fall in love with someone that shows me the same kind of love I give to them. I want someone to write about me, someone to make me theirs and only theirs.