The Scales She Balances for Her Scorpion King

You wear your guard with pride and honour,

I wear my flightiness with a veil of cover.

We are who we are, you say;

We should change, I say.

“Why?” you ask. “Why change? Are we not who we are?

Does change not make us somebody we are not?”

Because we are two, is that not reason enough?

I was one, I was me, but I longed for you.

Now you’re here, I know I must be true.

I want to be that which I was scared to be,

For being scared is going to make me brave,

And being brave is going to make me.

Walk, not away from me, my love,

Closer to me, my love.

I am going to open a new and deeper,

More vulnerable me –

One braver, to be a bigger me.

This bigger me is a better me,

A me who already knows how to love,

But knows not how to trust in love.

“Trust in love, why?

Who hurt your pretty soul?” he asked.

She replied, “Me and all!

But all because of me,

A pretty soul afraid to be two.

So one she was until she met you.”

And you keep me brave,

You keep me fighting,

But most of all, you stay.

I know, my Scorpion King,

You are learning to be brave again.

I know this two is only the start,

And I know you will stay.

For I am you, and you are me,

And two will be two,

Because two are bigger than one.