Better Version

I do have a better version of myself somewhere hidden inside me

waiting for the right man

who will not judge me if I've kissed a guy or two before him.

Or talked about sex with my friends or had few drinks

and for being a party animal out my heart to strangers.

I do have a better version of myself somewhere

wrapped within my virginity waiting for the right man

who will not judge me if I've stood naked

in front of a man who claimed to love me before him.

I do have a better version of myself somewhere

caged within my bones waiting to get escaped

in front of the right man who will not judge me for my big chatty mouth

or for abusing like a man or for running or dancing in the streets.

I do have a better version of myself tied in the knots of my dupatta

waiting for the right man who will not judge me for

wearing short skirts or for partying late night or for smoking in public.

I do have a better version of myself somewhere

hidden in the private posts on my blog waiting to be seen

by the right man who will not judge me for accepting

every friend request on Facebook or for talking

with random people or dating guys on Tinder.

I do have a better version of myself somewhere

sitting scared behind those locked doors

waiting for the right man

who wants to hold my hand more than he wants to grab my ass

Who wants to feel my heart more than he wants to touch my boobs

Who wants to see my lips smiling more than he wants my mouth blowing

Who wants to feel my emotions more than he wants to consume my body

Who wants to love me more than he wants to be loved

I do have a better version of myself waiting for the better version of you.