You know me well enough to realize that I am no longer
a fan of love stories and happy endings,
and sunrise; and foreseeing the future with a lover by my side.

I even write poems for all the lovers I lost;
and counting—
As I carelessly held them like pebbles in my hand.
Until I am left with none.

I take notes of all my frustrations,
All my fears and all the demons
I encounter in my sleep;
And write them down,
As if they are gems I needed
To keep.

And in the end we all look for someone just as broken
as we are; for we all want less
broken souls around us; that’s when I found you.

I found your loving eyes
across the dimly-lit room;
You opened me up when
nobody could.

This is no longer a poem
of a girl crying out for help;
this is a poem of a girl
who found a home in you.