Sometimes we just love more than we are loved.
Here is a huge room in my heart I have vacated just for you.
I have cleared up the cobwebs, bought new furniture, and mopped the floors.
Don't just stand at the door.
Nobody has lived here for a long time.
Before you the door was sealed, bolted.
It has reopened because I started believing that I could love again.
I chose to forget that things like this hurt.
I told myself I wasn't fragile as I pieced myself back together to be brand new just for you.
I hope you like me, love me–all of me.
I have shown you my ugly parts so you can love me whole.
And here it is, I've poured it out for you:
My kindness, my thought, my love.
I never want you to feel alone,
I never want you to hurt.
I want this room to always be filled with smiles and laughter,
Polaroid pictures, our favorite food, and talking.
Conversations like the ocean, with all its waves and peace,
With all its blue and beasts,
Deep, deeper, into the abyss,
Until oxygen escapes us but it's okay.
Clammy hands linked, I wish you would dive with me.
But you are just standing at the door.
