Monday, May 18, 2009
dear.

dear you,
I want to be there for you when you fall, when you finally shatter into thousands of sparkling pieces, slivers of stained glass. I want to be there to glue you back together, to let your sharp words and jagged thoughts pierce into my flesh like daggers, ripping into the pads of my fingertips and drawing blood with every piece of you I reattach. you’d be beautiful even if you were broken.
dear you,
you’re worth the pain. I love you.