I'll only accept what I'll give; a compromise

 

I love being alone, the freedom…

no eyes watching me,

no mind, silently judging.

But I also love to love;

cuddles and shared breakfasts

are like the first breath

of a dancing thunderstorm

in the midwestern summer…

The joy they bring me

is of the same measure.

I love being alone,

mornings spent in silence

meditating on the curls

of dark coffee’s breath

illuminated by

the pre-noon sun…

Pure happiness, that moment.

Yet I wonder; if I’ll ever find

a person to love

with whom I can be myself,

a blissful compromise.

Someone who won’t judge me;

that we can be our alone selves,

together.

Someone who will drink tea

in the morning sun, with me,

and be silent, in our thoughts,

together.

The only kind of love that I want

is the kind that leaves me free

and loves the unveiled me.

And in return, that’s the only love

I’ll ever give…

The only love, I’ll ever accept.