Too Late

I'm a self confessed anti hero of love.
A realist of the heart.
An organ that pumps blood all day, to me has no finer art.

I've never pledged an "I love you", in the closing minutes of the day.
Or stayed up all night and dreamed that some stranger would pick me up some day.

While other girls were hunting, out to get a guy.
I was busy reading books. I never really try.

And then it suddenly hit me...
That I was all alone.
Quite wanting to feel something.
A relationship I could own.

More a late bloomer than anybody else.
I now struggle with the little things.
I'm far too aware of myself....