The One

I am afraid that one day
you will look at me,
whole, and not recognize me…
or love me.

Because there is a part of me
I don’t let you see
cause you won’t like her…
or love her…

And I need someone…
Someone to understand me
in both an articulate and silent way

Someone whom I can grow
with spiritually and physically

Someone like you and me,
but not completely

Someone to point out each other’s shit
With out fear of it

Someone to trust me
And be worthy of my trusting

Someone to look me in the eyes
And tell me no lies.

You are all of those things
But the one in me
to make me whole
I feel you won’t love
her at all.



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