Contemplation

Dear future lover,

I'm sorry I'm not perfect

By now I'm sure you know that

I will try so hard so forgive my sharp tongue

At this moment right now I feel as though you're impossible and unlikely to ever come into my embrace

But I'm holding on to the little bit of hope I have

Without it I will crumble and surely turn to dust

Everything hurts

My dad hurt me

The first boy I dated was a mirror image of him

Please be gentle with my broken pieces

I will hold yours and mend them if you'll let me

I want your embrace, your lips and the whisper of my name on your mouth

If you doubt I exist

Please

Don't stop searching for me

I'm here, waiting

I won't make it harder for the both of us so I'll stay and you'll search

At the end of the journey when you're exhausted it is my arms you will fall into