Gently place your hands on my sides, feel each breath I take. Delicately pry apart my ribs. I won't reveal secrets on my own, but I'll answer truthfully to the questions you ask.
Tear me apart in the soft and winsome way you do most things. It doesn't hurt to explore.
You'll find things such as empty suburban roads and sidewalks in the night, kissed by raindrops illuminated by the streetlamps. And gentle sleepy kisses in the safe and quiet darkness of a bedroom at 4 am. Old love poems written on wrists and bandages placed over scraped hands and knees.
You'll find broken ****** bones and golden ichor dripping from cut lips and the remains of stars that still burn hot and glowing. You'll hear the softest saddest noises, quiet whimpers and shaky breaths caught between choked up sobs. I will cling to you as if you're the only thing that's keeping me alive (and I will push you away for the same reason).
You'll find a starry-eyed hopeless romantic, smudged makeup with glittery golden tear stains, bruises painting a body that was once an empty canvas, and the lovely sound of laughing through whatever pain may be felt.
You'll find me wanting to forget everything in existence except for how I feel in this moment and how you look at me as we cry