We Complement Each Other

We Complement Each other

We don't need each other or complete each other

We complement each other

I am 5 feet one and three quarters of an inch tall

He claims to be 6 feet

I am olive complected and outgoing

He is a dark caramel and reserved

He's 6'0 and thick

Not as big and hard as he once was

Much given away to age and a spinal fusion

He's large and hard enough to make a survivor of abuse feel safe

He wears crazy like a mask

It's a defense mechanism to keep people from getting too close.

What was once an asset for survival has become a defect of character.

I fight every day to hold onto sanity.

He convinced me that we should move into a three bedroom apartment in

Whispering Pines. Living in the ghetto would help us save money for a house.

Funny, two years later we have $6.00

For an ex-drug dealer/murderer, street fighter, he's shy when it comes to sex.

It must be in a bed, at bedtime with one of three positions to choose from.

I am trisexual. I will try anything once.

He's a black republican with a tattoo of a rebel flag on his right arm

and a picture of Stonewall Jackson above the bed. His hero is Glenn Beck.

I am a democrat and my heroes are Maya Angelou and Etheridge Knight

We both love the program of Narcotics Anonymous

We are both recovering addicts trying to carry a message

He likes for me to hold his hand when he isolates and I like for him to hold mine

We complement each other.