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we used to pinky promise

"this is serious!"

you used to say half-jokingly

but we both knew the depth of it...

i trusted you,

you trusted me.

and so we both held each other and stayed as we fell straight into the abyss...

i knew you'd keep every promise you ever made to me

until one day they all shattered

it was almost as if none of them mattered...

so suddenly you leave

and didn't bother to tell me why

tell me why...why...why

was all i wanted to know...

i pinky promise you i would have been fine

i would have left you alone

if you had only told me

it wasn't me

right from the start...

i could have been brave

but instead i was only bruised,

left with the scars you left behind

instead of counting the stars with you laying next to me...

now we pinky promise

but this time we kiss our thumbs and gently press them together...

now we pinky promise

and so suddenly...
and all at once...

everything else just slips away . . .

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you mirror me

you follow my every move

two magnets

two puzzle pieces we didn't know were missing

you match me

i write in all lowercase

and i watch how you slowly follow my unintentional lead

i cross my arms, you cross yours

i look to the left, and you follow my gaze . . .

it's only been summer for days

but it feels like eternity lying here with you

why is this just so easy with you?

what is this new space i have yet to explore?

where has this abundant place of possibility been?

why is this just so natural with you? . . .

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i never want you to be afraid
to tell me things you'd normally be afraid to tell others.
i want you to feel like you can tell me anything & everything
& know that it won't ever scare me away.
because now there is nothing you could say that will undo the way i see you.

i want to see the real you.
i want to see every side of you,
the good, the bad
the ugly, the beautiful
the quiet, the obnoxious
the stubborn, the compassionate
the scared, the brave
who you are with your family,
who you are with your friends,
who you are with strangers,
who you are when you're all alone,
& everything that makes you, you...

all of your
insecurities
flaws
imperfections
mistakes
faults
shortcoming­s

these are not things that make you less loveable,
nor will they make me like you less
or be something i see but dismiss, judge, ignore, deny, & look over or past...
but rather through...

i will look at your fragile heart
that you have trusted me to have & hold within my hands,
i will peer into the deepest & darkest
corners of your complex mind
& i will see all of these
insecurities
flaws
imperfections
mistakes
faults
shortcomin­gs
but i promise you i will love them
& i will love you more because of them...

they make up part of who you are
& if i can't acknowledge and love them
then i don't deserve to love you...

they show me that you are human
& so perfectly imperfect,
& a fine glimpse of humanity
in its purest form...

i am grateful of the answer
that i got

"it's okay, if things take time."
the real problem starts, when it stops.