Love Has Skipped Me.

I want the feeling that comes with love.
The light feeling,
the joy & happiness
that makes you feel
like your soaring through the sky.

I'd even take the hurt and the tears,
that come along the way.
The pain of love
is something I want & crave.
I want to love and be loved.

To get insanely jealous
but know that there’s no need to
because I'm more than he'll ever need.
To be incredibly happy when his kisses
fill my stomach up with butterflies and
his touch sends shock waves through my body.

You cannot blame me
for the passionate desire to feel one's embrace
and the overwhelming comfort it brings,
because you see love has skipped me.

It’s has yet to make me experience the deep,
ineffable feeling of tenderly caring for another.
It's as if I've been denied and left out of the scene.
Many have lived in the bliss
that love gives yet I can only dream of it.
I can only imagine the tingling sensation
that you get when you look into his beautiful eyes.

I wonder if love is only a myth.
Am I not lovable? Am I unworthy of love's affection?
Has love singled me out as the girl who's meant to be alone?
Then why? Why has love skipped me?