At heart, I’m a romantic,
Waiting to walk the long road,
Hand in hand with a soulmate,
Who wasn’t made for me,
But willing to love me,
Despite our similarities and differences, and faults.
In mind, I’m a scavenger,
Wanting to take whatever is left behind,
Trying to fix what someone else broke,
If only out of pure selfishness,
And craving what I don’t need.
In body, I’m desperate,
Constantly yearning for love and affection,
Leaving myself defenseless to all those who oppose me,
Because I don’t want to wait,
I want to have flings that don’t mean a thing,
And still, be able to say I love myself.
In my soul,
I am selfish and angry,
I am loving and patient,
I am whimsical and unsteady,
But I am human.