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.
It’s difficult, trusting yourself completely and wholeheartedly to someone else, especially when you don’t know, if he’ll, break you down, but sounds like you’d found someone who truly, cherished you.
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This is lovely…so lovely.
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Thank you ☺️
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