About wanting and caring and growth
Tell me about the things that hold your shoulders down, even if I heard it a thousand times
Tell me how you can't find a job, and how you cant afford a driving license
Tell me how badly you want to stay on the countryside and why there is nothing for you in the big city
Because even if I am incapable of helping you, if I am so useless I can't grab the rocks of your shoulders and wear them for you, I want you to know that I am at least on your side.
Because when I am to weak to carry your burdens I need you to realize that all I want is for you to win this marathon, and I will run beside you like a partner in crime because that is what I will be.
Let me be your partner in crime. Let me hold a gun to the head of the man holding a gun to your head, because at this point I would commit murder in a blink of an eye for you
Let me be there for you when you are scared, holding you through the night because what do I know about night terrors every night?
Let me be there when you feel like there is nothing holding you to this earth any more. I wont be your anchor, nor your reason to stay, but please know that as you feel your lungs fill with helium so you can rise like a balloon away from this earth, I will tie your strings to a tree, and sit under that tree until you are ready to come down again.
And I do know that your mind and soul and past and present is wrecked like broken glass bottles,
I would like you to know that I am here to watch you mend yourself
I can't do that for you, but if I could I would. Instead I will stay here by your side, passing you pieces of broken glass for you to see if it fits your puzzle
I will stay here, holding your hand if you'd let me so I can watch you grow
You might not return to your original shape of a bottle, but I don't doubt that once you pieced yourself together you will be something extraordinary
Let me walk through life with you, one step behind. One step behind so you can choose your own way, and one step behind, not only so if life knocks you down I can catch you, but also so you have your back in the clear
I might not understand what you are feeling, nor might I understand your way to think, but I do find it beautiful
You are beautiful in every way I can think of
From your face and the way you move your eyes, to the way you speak and move, you are beautiful from behind, the way your shoulder blades are formed and the way your waist narrows down before your hips. I kiss the skin you called flawed, knowing that yes, maybe it is flawed. But being part of you makes it equally beautiful as the rest.
Sometimes I wonder if maybe it is your flaws that make you this beautiful
The way you are broken, I can watch you grow and hopefully play some part in that. The way it is all held together, red strings to match your hair.
What I don't wonder about, but rather know, is that you're human. You're flawed like me, and broken like me, and human like me, and you will grow like me.
So all I really ask of you is to let me be part of your flawed human being. Let me love your flawed human body and your flawed mind. Let me watch it grow, and let me grow with it like an entangled and forgotten rose bush. Let us grow together to something magnificent