I want you.
I want your pain,
Your scars,
Your tears,
Your anger,
Your sadness.
I want your smiles.
your laughter,
Your happiness
And your love.

I want you.

Give me you broken pieces;
I’ll do my best to mend them.
Give me your pain,
And I’ll do everything,
Within my power,
To bare it myself,
If no longer you’ll suffer.
Give me your doubt,
So I can take its weight,
From the wrongful place
Of your shoulders.
Let me set them on mine,
So you’ll always be
Strong.

This is what I think
Love
Is.
Not just accepting every flaw,
But needing to behold the sight
That someone so perfect,
So beautiful,
Bleeds the same as us born
Ordinary.
That someone so pure,
Is able to exist
With us,
In a broken world,
Of broken people.
We long to rid them,
of their pain and scars,
Only so they never
Stop
Glowing.
For they are our light.
The ones who keeps us going,
When our fire
Flickers
Out.