There is always that super ****** moment
when you realize just how vulnerable you are.

When you have to come to terms with the fact
that the ***** that pumps the very life through your veins
lies in the hands of some other imperfect human.

You have given another the opportunity to touch a piece of you
that is buried so deep beneath the surface
that very few know what it looks like,
and chances are -
they will rip it out through your nostrils.

They have earned your trust
and they may decide to drag it down the highway tied clumsily to a towing hitch,
or put it in the microwave “just to see what happens.”

They could take your favorite songs and jokes and your favorite sweater
and make the very thoughts of them
sting like paper cuts in between the fingers that once laced with theirs.

They just might leave you broken;
a battered, bruised, scraped and bleeding loser of an unfair match.
Yet, for some irrational reason, you’re okay with it.

Although your greatest fear is the pain that comes with goodbye,
the warmth in their smile
and the way their arms open and envelop your insecurities
makes it entirely worth the risk.

The calm that accompanies their voice
as they gently tell you everything you’ve always needed to hear
far outweighs the terror
that they may strike a match in the gasoline filled chamber of your heart
and walk away from the explosion an unscathed hero,
the only exception being a ***** smudge of you on their forehead or cheek.

There is always that terrifying, paralyzing realization
that this other creature has the potential to destroy the same beautiful world they brought to life.

But the worst part?
Knowing that if they looked you in the eye and told that you you’re no longer needed,
as each word struck like knife after knife to the stomach..
You would take it all.

There will be no resistance, self defense, or retaliation.
You will be the collateral damage.
If that’s what it takes to make them happy.