Maybe one day someone will love me.
Maybe one day someone will love the colors in my eyes and the scrunch of my nose.
Maybe one day someone will think I have a nice smile and soft hair.
Maybe one day someone will trace the freckles on my arms like stars in the sky
just as gently
just as quietly.
Maybe one day someone will say Good Morning Beautiful and say kind things to cheer me up.
Maybe one day someone will protect me against others and pick up my heart where it has fallen,
dust it off,
and hand it back to me,
keeping a small piece for themselves to hold.
Maybe one day someone will treasure me like they do the sunset;
wanting to hold it tightly
and closely
in their minds and their hearts forever.
Maybe one day someone will love the things I say and how I say them.
Maybe one day someone will love to take care of me.
Maybe one day someone will love who I am.
But right now there is no one.
So until someone will
love me
and take care of me,
I will love and take care
of
myself.
--Maybe Not a Poem but Something Poetic, CL