Meet me at your lowest, because that is also where you are most honest, and where I am able to love you most deeply.
I crave your authenticity because it is the most beautiful thing about you. My heart has never yearned for you more than when you are completely and wholly yourelf.
I know your hands are empty, so let me hold them. I know your heart is broken, but so is mine. You are beautiful when whole, and beautiful when in pieces.
You are beautiful when whole, and beautiful when in pieces.
I'm not going to run when you show me how ugly things can get, because that ugliness is part of you. People are not buffets, you cannot pick the parts you like best and leave the rest boxed away in the furthest recesses of your mind.
So bare your nasty soul to me, and I will hold it so very gently in my own rotten hands.