Real Love

my idea of love is too real for this fake world its not about flowers or big gestures its the little things like noticing a change in attitude and catching on to a habit holding doors and whispering sweet nothings till you roll over beside each other at sunrise not caring about morning breathe when reaching for the first kiss of the day making each moment memorable with the one person you would give anything for an unselfish love the pull every seat out kind of love not caring whether it's a fancy restaurant or a microwaved meal kind of love laid up next to each other while talking about the future and reminiscing the past the type of love where you can love the storm as well as the calm I don't want a perfect love but I crave a real one the urge to find it is jumping out of my chest nawing at my heart begging to be let free but again this world isnt ready for real and no one is ready for me.