Stolen

I strive for perfectionism,
Sweet greed clouded thoughts.
The love I surrendered to,
Withers and rots.

Coursing through my veins,
a feeling so surreal.
It's forgotten in the past
because I hide the way I feel.

My desire to not fit in,
has left me all alone.
It's left my life spinning,
Trapped in a cyclone.

The embrace I long for,
Never comes my way.
The wind which drives it south,
Carries it away.

Caught by a stranger,
Held within his grasp.
Protecting all that love,
Tightly in his clasp.

He who holds it tight,
Never lets it go.
I wonder if he's right for me?
I guess I'll never know.