I don't want someone pretty.

I want someone who makes me realize that constellations
are just hammocks catching the fallen dreamers.

I want someone whose voice resonates
like a strummed guitar when she laughs.

I want someone who hands will find their way to mine
in the middle of the night when the darkness clouds
our judgement.

I want someone who lives life without reading the directions first.

I want someone who reads the fragmented sentences
and grammatically incorrect phrases
pieced together and labeled "thoughts".

I want someone who appreciates my useless talent
of stitching up loosely strung together metaphors.

I want someone who can answer this question:

"How did you ever let her leave?"