an old thing I wrote…

 

I see you.

I see the way your hair falls against your face.

I see the way your face is intricately aligned to create you.

I see what you are not able to see.

I see your heart.

I see the pain.

I see your heart hidden behind years of pain and despair.

But that’s okay.

During those night you feel lost and alone, I’m there.

I’m there.

If you let me.

I want that.

I want to hold you.

I want you.

The messy parts.

The stubborn parts.

I’m here.

Here to help distract the pain.

But it isn’t always that easy.

You’ll get frustrated.

You may try to push me away.

And I’ll stay that distance.

But I’m there.

I’m there where it’s all consuming.

I’m there.