1. i will give to you a piece of myself that will attach itself to your heart. no matter how meticulously you carve with a scalpel, no amount of time spent playing self-surgeon will remove this part of me from your organs & flesh. it will evade your every attempt to erase me. you will never erase me.
2. when i said i loved you too, it wasn’t a reflexive gesture said only to complement your whispered ‘i love you.’ i said the words because i couldn’t bear not to.
3. the coffee i bring to you every morning & the goodnight-kisses stamped ceaselessly to your forehead will tell you all the things i cannot say.
4. by some fated or perhaps coincidental quirk of the universe, we became us. i will clap a hand across your mouth any time you question how or why because it is irrelevant.
5. i will bend until i break for you. i will bleed rivers & hurt until i gasp with pain because you are allowed to see me at my ugliest (no pain like this body).
6. there will be bad days & good days. you will wonder if i am worth the work & i will try desperately to prove you wrong. i will push & shove & scream, but beneath it all, i will wish i could be selfish enough to ask you not to leave.
7. never will i ever learn how not to love you.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
1. i will give to you a piece of myself that will attach itself to your heart. no matter how meticulously you carve with a scalpel, no amount of time spent playing self-surgeon will remove this part of me from your organs & flesh. it will evade your every attempt to erase me. you will never erase me.
2. when i said i loved you too, it wasn’t a reflexive gesture said only to complement your whispered ‘i love you.’ i said the words because i couldn’t bear not to.
3. the coffee i bring to you every morning & the goodnight-kisses stamped ceaselessly to your forehead will tell you all the things i cannot say.
4. by some fated or perhaps coincidental quirk of the universe, we became us. i will clap a hand across your mouth any time you question how or why because it is irrelevant.
5. i will bend until i break for you. i will bleed rivers & hurt until i gasp with pain because you are allowed to see me at my ugliest (no pain like this body).
6. there will be bad days & good days. you will wonder if i am worth the work & i will try desperately to prove you wrong. i will push & shove & scream, but beneath it all, i will wish i could be selfish enough to ask you not to leave.
7. never will i ever learn how not to love you.
to anyone i have ever loved, a full disclaimer of myself
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