I want something real,
something tangible, something flawed.
I want mornings where the sun rises too soon,
curled in your warm embrace.
I want evenings touched with passion.
I want arguments and annoyances,
I want moments where nothing seems to exist except the two of us.
I want quiet solace, comfort.
A person who stands in my corner,
even if I might be wrong.
I want imperfection, I want friendship.
I want companionship.
I want a partner at my back,
and a bond, perhaps cracked in a few spots,
but whole and solid nonetheless.
This is what I want.
This may be something I never find.

I don’t want perfection.
I don’t want the traditional.
I don’t want the white dress,
the big wedding.
I don’t want the white picket fence with 2.5 children.
I don’t want mediocre.
I don’t want to wake up one day,
and realize I’ve made a mistake.
I don’t want to pretend to be someone else, and I don’t want them to pretend
to be anyone but who they were born to be. That is what I don’t want.
This may be something I will never find.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017