One of these days,
I will ask him

What are you so scared of?

It's dawning on me
he's the more
idealistic one

I don't think we'll be
great
because we're
perfect
but because we're
flawed
and still understand
each other
easily

One day.
I will ask him

What else is love?

and the words will
escape my mouth

Why are you so scared of loving me?

One day,
tenacity & timing
will meet
and I'll ask him

Do you want to hear what I think?

You're scared
you'll **** it up

You hide
behind
this teenage
facade
of heartbreak
as the
reason
that romance
and hope
were driven
out of you

replaced by
a darkness
that is engulfed
in fear

But you and I
both know
you're not naive
enough to
believe
it

One day-
I will tell him

I think you saw
your parents
in an unhappy marriage
& an uglier divorce

and that does
something
to a person

to learn so young
that your parents
aren't perfect,
at all

that they are flawed
and so are
you

And that realization
weighs so heavily
on your
shoulders
that you bear the
burden
of being afraid,
of doing the same thing

marred
by the
knowledge that
life & love
can be
both
cruel & kind

One day I'll ask him,

do you see that irony
lies there
waiting with you
instead of me?

The fear-
making your unhappiness
certain

One of these days,
I'll plead to him

Don't you see?
I still love you.

That I'm sitting here
patiently waiting
until you see
yourself
the way
I do

flawed
but perfect
for each other

One day,
I will ask him

Are you ready to hear the truth?