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.