The One Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

The One

i want him
to be all mine—
to hold him
when he's tired,
whisper
it'll be fine.

to be the only one
to feel his skin,
to grip his hand
when he's shaking,
to cheer
when he wins.

to be the lips
he always finds.
to call him
my pretty boy,
and know
he's scared to lose.

to stare
with quiet bliss,
knowing,
i am the one
he'll always choose.

and when he looks,
let it be love.
let it be
me.

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