It's just that 

I want to love-

want to be loved.

But I become a hurricane if I see 

A drizzle.

Instead of a fairytale mermaid, 

Languidly brushing her hair on the rocks,

I am a siren, and my song is sublime and terrible. 

Galadriel when tempted by the ring, 

Perhaps a thing of ugliness and repulsion-

When all I want is to be by your side, 

And have you at mine. 

But really, I am none of those things 

I am a girl, ordinary, awkward.

At a point in time where my life 

Has intersected yours 

And I hear a song from your heart that I like, 

I am drawn to the light in your eyes. 

Maybe this is nothing, or maybe it is everything. 

All I ask is:

Can we walk together a little while?