Everyone's looking for love.

To be that cute couple in the coffee shop sharing whipped cream kisses,
With "Good Morning, Love" wake ups,
Anniversaries and flowers.
Sweet love notes, gestures, and uncontrollable smiles.

Not me.

At this point, I'd much rather be lusted and longed after,
So I can run away and be someone's only thought for a the next few weeks until they finally realize I really am not coming back.
I'd much rather cancel last minute on a hopeful young heart instead of showing up and making a real effort to love somebody.

I don't want to do it.

I don't want to be romantic, sweet and kind.
I don't want to be charming, blissful, and whole.
I don't want anyone to be my Sunday rest, my ocean breeze or my favorite holiday.

I can't do it anymore.