The Next One

Simple poem, nothing substantial. Still trying to cope

The Next One

I wonder if the next person who loves me will want my soul and all it embodies.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will want my chubby body.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will think I’m beautiful in every way.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will think of me every day.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will be there when I need them most.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will make me laugh and hold me close.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will accept me for who I am.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will know how to be gentle when he can.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will be a good friend to me and everyone else.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will understand me when I can’t accept myself.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will truly mean it when they say they're sorry. 

I wonder if the next person who loves me will want my short body.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will want my curvy body.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will end up hurting me.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will make me cry and scream.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will make me think I’m crazy.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will say it’s all my fault and I’m to blame.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will almost treat this like a game.  

I wonder if the next person who loves me will make me feel scared and unsafe.  

I wonder if the next person who loves me will leave me no choice but to try and run away.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will raise their fist at me when they’re upset.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will smother me and bring me close to death.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will think about cheating and say I’m unfaithful.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will still enter inside me even though I said no.  

I wonder if the next person who loves me will make me too scared to leave.

I wonder if the next person who loves me will want my lovable body.