Come with every wound and every woman you’ve ever loved. Every lie that has rolled off your tongue, every truth you’ve ever swallowed, the blood you’ve washed from your hands and every dirty little thing… More
I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that made you cruel. The untruths you swallowed whole that now leave you hungry to devour anything remotely real until there is nothing left of it to make sense of. I’m sorry you were not handled with care in your most fragile of times and that made you exile any form of vulnerability from your future self. I’m sorry you were not comforted when the darkness closed in around you and that forced you to become meaner than the demons that frighten you.
..you’re still frightened. But you’re not scared of me. You’re afraid of the realness, fearful that for the first time in your life you have something that wants to hold your hand in the dark, kiss away your pains and nurture the gentle that you shun from the world ..and that scares the hell out of you. So you pick it to pieces, singling out its flaws because sooner or later you’re going to be disappointed. Right..?
Perhaps I wont disappoint you though. I want nothing but good things for you, I wont break you like the women before me. That’s exactly why you’re terrified. If you let me, I could make you happy, and you know being happy is the most terrifying thing of all. Once you’re happy, it can be taken from you.
My love, only you can take me from you.
I hope the sunrise brings you promise and the sunset brings you peace. I hope you’re at home in your own mind and you sleep easy with the decisions you make. Above all else, I hope you discover happiness within yourself on your journey discovering the world …and should you meet someone else who deserves you, I hope she loves you enough not to hurt you. As much as I want to hold you, I don’t ever want to hold you back.