Evening

fall lightQuiet moments with you

speaking of nonchalant things

laughter

giggles

baking

conversation turns towards deeper ends

freely we share

seen by the other

in the truths of our reality

known, seen, accepted

Quiet moments with you

Are by far some of my most cherished blessings.

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Look

I

I am

I am a mess

Covered in self-inflicted wounds

flawed to the absolute core

layers of muck and mire

heaped upon this being

how could you love me?

why would you?

I can’t even bring myself to look upon your face

how can you see past my shame?

how

how can

how can you love me???