by LaShawnda Jones
He thinks his superpower
is his handsomeness
Beautiful though he is,
his gentleness was my kryptonite
Until his cavalier dismissiveness
left callouses on my heart
He was a super man
when his strength represented
shelter for my vulnerability
I would’ve given anything to explore
the known and unknown universe in his arms
Holding him as he held me
I would have sacrificed
my selfishness to be his
fortress of solitude
Nurturing him even as he fed me
Though I prayed for a man
who stands strong in his power,
I truly need one
who revels in wielding his gentleness
Everything I’ve asked for in a partner,
I’ve worked to be a match
Love is my fortifying mantle,
compassion a laser focus
His short-sightedness
didn’t allow for any hope of us
My disappointment paved the way
to my own origin story:
She who sought love from another
found it within herself.
Published in Fantasies Wide Awake
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