It takes a man like you
To love a woman like me.
I am not for the simple-minded,
I am soft yet rough and hard to keep.
I am a handful, I know,
And I make it more difficult than it should be
To find something worthy that's within range of your reach.
Despite this, you do it so effortlessly,
Bring back that light in me,
And you remind me of the person that once, I used to be.
That girl far before I was more fractured
And less free.
And as you tell me about your childhood,
And how it is difficult to fall asleep,
I understand why you possess this ambivalence
Toward the idea of you and me.
Our souls are far too similar, you see.
They are both so estranged and confused and bruised
Yet both so intrigued
By this intensity that is not familiar to you
Or to me.
YOU ARE READING
Sunset Over Pointe Inn
PoetryLove once stopped me from writing this book, and I hope that whoever is reading this someday finds the kind of love that inspired me to finish it.
