Fortune Cookie

I know you’re used too

lustful acts eager to crack

you open for your good fortune.

And leaving you with crumbs.

I have nothing

but respect for you,

Playing it safe

from this cycle

by concealing yourself

from letting me in.

With full transparency,

prematurely I would have kept

you running in that same cycle

that you’ve been wanting to prevent.

And I can only hope

as a late bloomer

in your search for breath

isn’t blocking my chances

of hearing me speak.

But before you ask me

what makes me so different

than your past troubles?

I honestly don’t know.

but I do know

that the vanilla orchid

scent that you wear

is the sweet I will need

for the sour days to pass.

And if I’m lucky enough

to walk away with your number

I promise to savor every moment

as if it’s our last.

By taking the time,

reading and understanding you.

Like my fortune cookie.