I think you misunderstood me.
I‘m not looking for my other half,
I am already a whole human being.
I don’t need an angel, I don’t need saving,
I can save myself and I’m already safe.
I’m not seeking happiness in another,
I already have my own homegrown joy.
We don’t need anyone, I don’t need you.
We only need ourselves, but I want you and I
to be us, together, as a team.
I want you as a lover to share my wholeness and joy with,
a home for mutual comfort.
I just want you as my equal
to make our lives brighter, easier, better.
Where are your gentle hands to caress me
when I’m alone?
Where is your soft, feminine soul
to contrast my rough, masculine self?
There’s no you to fill this vacant space in my bed.
There’s no you to wake up to.
There’s no you to write these love poems for.
I have no you to share my lips with or hold tightly.
I have no you to miss when I leave or cook breakfast in bed for.