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Jun 2013
I wish I thought people all did what I do,
I wish I thought they all noticed.
I wish I thought they all had such a wonder for humanity in someone they love.
But I don't.
I've seen proof that I am rather alone, just here,
Rather unique where I am in life.
I don't think she can find your soul.
I don't think she would love what I would.
Mostly because people just don't.
My special talent, my dubious gift,
Is to see all the terrible moments of a person's mind and heart
And love them like they're salvation.
I see beauty as a full package thing.
I love one thing, I love it all.
I love your little petty rivalries and your scars and your self destruction
Your insecurity and your ugliness
I love your carelessness and your lack of self control.
I love all the terrible things you've done,
No matter how much destruction they've caused.
I love it all as much as I love your triumphs.
It is my talent, love.
To love.
And I just don't think it comes around often,
Offered like a tribute.
Nobody wants the cost of giving a love like that,
Except me, it seems.
That is why
I just don't think she can dig down and find everything you hate in yourself
And love it like it's perfect
Without trying to fix it.

I don't think he can see your soul.
I think you picked him so he wouldn't
Because you tired of my love
Terrifying and deep
When you hated all the things I loved you for.
I understand, love,
But he doesn't want to see your mind and heart,
He doesn't want to find it all so he can love it all.

I don't think he can find your soul.
I don't think she can find your soul.
I can.
And I won't hate
A thing I see on the way.

I want your flaws tattooed on my skin
Carved into my ribs
Hard and sharp
So that I might love them from the inside.
Scary, isn't it?
I want to know you like I know myself
So that I might forgive you for every single thing
You can't forgive yourself for
And love you for every mistake
You hate yourself for
And need you for every reason
You ever thought you were useless.
I want to give that to you.
And call me crazy
If I think
That's not a really common feeling to have for somebody.
Mikaila
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