Complications

I'm complicated. This is a phrase you probably heard way too many times. Because we're made to believe how complicated people are more worth. And everybody wants to be that.
But I've been living with that trait my whole life. Every simple thing becomes complex once it comes in my brain. Every emotion which can be put in one word becomes a novel similar to the novels written by F. Dostoevsky. It's draining my will and energy slowly.
That's one of the many reasons why I need you this much.
I need you to touch me, to look at me. I need to feel your breath on my tensed skin.
I need you, because you make everything so simple, so beautiful. And I've been needing it way too long.
I may appear the same like everyone else, I may appear a complicated-fucked up-bitch-wannabe. Yet, deep down, I only want to become what I am with you.
I want, just once in my life, to feel the beauty of simplicity. Like that time when you kissed me and everything made sense, or the time when we were lying on the forest floor in a tight embrace cuz I was too scared to sleep in my own bed.
Can that happen? Can you make it happen? Can I enjoy life truly, or will the cloud full of complications forever float above my tired mind?