Caretaker

The idea of giving myself to someone

has always scared me.

It always meant giving up the parts of me

I’d like to stay mine.

And yet, with you, somehow I know you wouldn’t take

those parts as yours,

instead you’d be the perfect caretaker;

preserving me rather than losing me,

curating my misery and celebrating my identity

as a woman not object.

I know that after all the crowds have gone home,

you’ll still be there.

 

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