Author’s Note

This poem is about wanting a partner who doesn’t try to tame your chaos—but understands it, challenges it, and chooses it anyway. Waiting for My Harley isn’t about obsession or imbalance; it’s about mutual fire, movement, and the kind of love that refuses to let either person grow stagnant.


A lone figure under neon lights with ivy around their heart, waiting for a partner who matches their chaos.
Some hearts aren’t meant to be tamed—only met.

Waiting for My Harley
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I’m just a Joker,
with a heart
wrapped in Ivy.

A little insane,
looking for the
insane that’ll stand
beside me.

I’m looking for my Harley.
The one that’ll push me,
will never let me stay static,
hardly.

She can—
match my chaos,
match my flame.
She can—
hold the chaos
in my name.

I’m just a Joker,
with a heart
wrapped in Ivy.
An open spot
in my heart,
waiting for my Harley.


If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]

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