What it takes to love me.

He loves me how he feels loved, That leaves me feeling so thirsty For a kind of love where I tell myself "This can't be real it's like a movie" But I'm stuck with a "what did I do" and "spell it out for me". Weaponized ignorance, or do you overlook me so blatantly? That you wouldn't see that cutting me off or walking away would make my heart sink? I don't want a fairytale, no make belief. I'm important and I wanna be loved, But that looks different to me, I don't bond over insults or bursts of dumb literary. SO TAKE NOTES AND UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS TO ME SO THAT I CAN FEEL JOVIAL, LIKE LEAVES IN A BREEZE. I'll take a deep breath, 1.... 2..... 3.... When will you use a love that is customized for me?