broken

What is it that makes us wanted? This is a question I have always pondered. I just want to be wanted by someone in the same way I want them. Actually if you replaced want with love it would be the same. I want the whole package. Why, in my almost 30 years of existence, is this so hard to find. It breaks my heart.

I love then I lose.
I open to closed doors.
I see land
but my ship stalls.

I’m a bird stuck
on the branch with thorns
Afraid to fly,
or let anyone land.