I know my idea of you and who you really are, are two different things.
I love both of them equally.
To me, you are beautiful in every sense of the word. I don't know how many senses they are, but you are every single one. I don't know how you see yourself. I do not stare into your reflection. I do not know where your cracks are. I do not know how many times someone has tried to break you, or how many times you've been broken.
I'll tell you I'm not a mechanic. I can not fix you. To me, you were never broken. I am not Jesus. I am no carpenter. I can not build you a house only help you furnish it. I can not be your foundation. I am too unstable myself sometimes. I fold into to myself so I can stop from breaking. I am a mess that refuses to be clean. And you are not a broom. You can not straighten out my creases or stop me from collapsing. You can not calm me. So why I'm I so madly in love with you? Because you bring a smile to my face. So I'll try to bring one to yours. On our journey to find our escape. Who said we couldn't take this journey together?
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A Boy And His Box
PoésieHey! This is my first time doing something like this so sorry if I suck. This is going to be a book mostly filled with poems I write. I'm going to do other things with later ,so of you don't like poetry stick around for some adventures. This book is...
