Love: A Journey

NOT PERFECT

I'm not perfect.

If anything I'm a scattered jinx saw.

An unsorted mess.

A misplaced syllable.

A catalog of mistakes.

I am destined to mess up every now and then,

So I will not try and sugar coat my flaws behind sweet words and empty promises.

I won't promise to always know the right thing to say.

I won't promise to always be there right when you need me.

I won't promise to always be a steady pillar of support because I too often crack under pressure and fall apart beneath the weight of it all.

However give me a chance to show you the art that lays hidden behind my chaotic mess.

To show you that my imperfect brush strokes can still paint some picture of happiness upon this canvas I hope to build our relationship on.

To show you just how far I am willing to stretch the fabric of my imperfections to prove worthy of the gift of you.

Though I can not promise to give you the world I promise you can have the best of mine.

Though to be honest to me you are the best part of my world.

You are my gravity.

Holding me firmly and steady in place whenever life tries to knock me down,

And I am the earth that quakes and shivers in delight at your touch.

I am an empty ocean just waiting patiently to be filled by the river that flows through your mouth each time you speak.

That kisses the banks of my shoreline like a long lost lover returning home.

I want to be your home.

I want to be the place you turn to when you've had a great day.

I want to be the comfort you seek when you've had a bad day.

I want to be the jar you empty all your thoughts into.

I want to be the whisper at the other end of the moon that you tell all your darkest secrets to.

Is it too much for me to ask you to come be with me?

In my imperfect mess.

Because I want you...

Imperfections and all...

I want to be your home.

And I want you to be mine.