Sometimes thinking of you
Keeps me up at night.
I only admit it to you when I think you won't remember.
I'd love your scars,
Physical and otherwise.
I'd follow the map of them to your secrets,
Spread them out before me
And love them all too.
All I want
Is permission
To find you
To find what you are ashamed of
What you loathe
What you keep hidden because the sight of it hurts you
To find it
To know it
To forgive it
When you can't
And to touch you like you're breakable,
Like you're fragile and perfect
As the thinnest glass
That might crinkle and collapse
If I held on too tight.
All I want is your permission
To love
Your scars.