Just as a writer

  Why am I becoming a lover? When I don't even have one. Desire to someone play with my hair Someone to trace my cheeks with their thumb Hold me tight and say it's okay Cuddle me all night as I yap nonstop. I just want to hold their hand And walk in the moonlight  Have an ice cream date, Maybe a ramen bowl later. I want to cringe at my own words Want to blush at their words. Oh, my dear future lover When are you going to come to my life? To make it a beautiful garden. Come fast, I'm tired of waiting.