We come from broken families, you and I hating ourselves for years. People did terrible things, to us at times willingly, most of the times.. not.
Where their lives end, the places they ruined, we try to rebuild, find shelter in broken shells in each others bruised and battered hands
And I know it's hard, it takes a thousand broken things, to get to a part, of life, that gives you strength again.
You know the good place, you can see it, it exists We have been there many times it's not just one place there are countless and one is somewhere between our two bodies and minds waiting for us to mend
I wish to be whole, even with all these fragments missing, I want to be whole with you but healthy, simply, easy, careful to not be one who is just as broken and terrified and lonely as the people we once knew.
What does it take I ask us It takes a softness found between sheets of naked truths and a toughness only found between two that have endured.