Show me your raw unfiltered truth
Not just what appears beautiful.
Falling for the good in you is easy.
But WE both need to know if
I can love the worst parts of you.
We intentionally took our time so our kisses
are full of tenderness and deep intimacy
instead of lust mixed with confusion.
Holding hands is now second nature and
random long hugs while waiting in a line
feels like we’re not even in this world
as we rest comfortably in the safety
we grew in the truth of each other.
I trust you because you’ve given me
unbridled truths from the very start.
Truths about the ugliest parts of you,
brave truths about your experiences,
and continuous truths about how you
feel as you navigate blindly through
the dimensions of our connection.
All of it has given me the freedom
to display my blossoming emotions and
express my wild desires without shame.
You’ve provided me a safe space
to both be and explore myself and
the beauty of that is the fucking truth!
Whether or not I love you
isn’t the problem.
I love you more than
you love yourself
and that’s the issue.
If we aren’t best friends what’s the point?
If I can’t hold all of your secrets, who will?
If I can’t tell you when you’re wrong,
how will we grow together in this thing?
If you don’t see the value I can add to your life,
why still hold on to such a liability?
If I’m not the first person you call when in need,
how could I ever be your lifeline?
If our life experiences aren’t synonymous,
why does that have to mean we can’t relate?
If I don’t impact your thoughts & decisions now,
what future is there between us?
If I am none of these things to you,
why are we even still a “we”?