I'm ready to lay down at night and not feel the cold sheets empty next to me.
I'm ready to through away the body pillow and put away the baby blanket.
I'm struggling to convince myself that I am not ready for a relationship.
I'm tired of dreaming of the fairytale Prince Charming that will never show up on a white horse.
I'm on my knees asking for something to come along and pick me up from the pool of tears and fears and self doubt that I have trapped myself in.
I want to wash away the heavy, messy, dissatisfying past with someone warm and caring.
I'm fearful that whoever comes along wont love my scars and battle wounds from past loves and losses.
I'm trying hard to swallow the guilt I have for not being the woman worth wanting.
I still sleep with one palm ready to be held, and lips purses ready to be devoured in affection.
I want to grow as a person intertwined with a soulmate.
I don't want to find myself alone....
Because alone is the hardest part of moving on and the easiest part of losing faith.
I'm ready to find you...
