I love you with all of my heart and with all of my heart want to love you. I want to feel you fill me up and make me whole though I know that's not how the story shoud go. I want to know you and the streaks within your eyes, the way that you cry and hug yourself to sleep at night.
For me I long and crave to know you when everybody else has turned their backs. Reveal a heavy mask and run my fingers through the cracks. Feel where skin is worn so thin its just bone now. Everything that makes this body something of existence.
But that is precisely what i cannot understand about you is that you wear all of both flowers and scars on your skin unapolagetic for any of your sins. You were the lock I could never quite crack and yet the door that was always open
I crave something deeper that I can look beyond, just a small section of yourself which will always be for me and nobody else. This section that I deserve such a great pleasure to see purely because of the reason that I am me.
So excuse me if my eyes wander for a while just wondering how so much happiness can flood such a tiny smile. So its with your flaws that give you perfection these masses of bruises which serve as your protection.
And it's with my brittleness and breakability that I feel I have to turn away from such fantasy but she's still here stood infront of me. This godess of a statue stood before me and with nobody she must rival, for i find what she has true beauty.
Humans were made to enjoy the things that the Gods created but this one I cannot touch for heaven must have forbade it. So i'll see if a rose can grow among my many thorns, let it all just begin.
To love you, there is no way to keep it in
i must become as you
Made of flowers, scars and sin
