it's like someone looking at you and seeing through
all of the masks you wear and the walls you've built
and past the lies and the clothes and all of it. like
them looking at you, your body, your heart, your soul.
looking at everything about you: every scar and crack
and flaw and shadow and pain. they can see it all,
you know they can, you're scared as fuck. but you just
stay there, because you trust them, and you let them
see all there is to see and expose your scarred heart to them.
that's called love.
when they can see all this, and see everything flawed,
and they take you into their arms with an i accept you...
that's what love means.
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شِعرthe thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86