Paradox

 I love being alone
                but
I also can't wait to wake up every morning with
   one more thing to look  
 forward to
                And
though I like my
               peace  
I wouldn't mind being
 disturbed in my sleep by  
    soft kisses on my      
           shoulder

While I want to be my
own person

I cant wait to come
home and embrace  
 someone like they've just    
returned from war
    to taste the wait on their lips
    feel the need in their words

I know that being alone will  
only make me bitter so I'm not looking for something
temporary that's easy to
       fall asleep with
              but
something that's worth    
   waking up next to

 I long to belong to myself
              Yet
I can't wait for someone to make me see the world in
               color
when all I've ever known is
               Gray