My head is filled,
With books and tv shows
Depicting true love;
Something I've never known.

I often wonder
How exaggerated they are,
How much of it is real,
And how much they take too far.

Are the perfect scenarios
Just not presented to me?
Is my one and only love
Really out there to see?

Or does waiting for perfection
Just make me more resentful?
Is true love much more real;
More organic and accidental?

And though I don't know the answer,
I keep myself reading on.
Hoping somewhere in that perfect love,
I can find what I'm doing wrong.