A Secret About Love- a poem

I’m scared to ask for things I want

Worried I’ll be judged for my love of romantic cliches.

I’ve always wanted to be swept off my feet.

But I’m used to them being pulled from beneath me.

I’ve never been spoiled so all this is new to me,

But the things I love cannot be brought.

I hold an obsession for thought

someone doing something because they thought of me or they remembered I enjoy it.

Although I don’t know how to react

A lack of experience has left me unprepared

For someone to love me the way that I want

The way that I would love someone.

I’m sorry for the awkward format its difficult to get the paragraphs to look the way i imagined on here. Thank you for reading -K