I had a dangerous thought a moment ago.
I have many.
But this one is the kind I would be ashamed to whisper in the dark.
It's this:
Every time I am suffering,
Every time I'm slipping,
I look at those tattoos on my hips,
And even if I hate every single thing about myself,
(Which I rarely do, but those moments do come)
I remember that I have something of you with me.
Something of you in my skin.
And I can't destroy something that beautiful.
I can't hate something that perfect.
I save myself from the worst of myself by remembering
That a part of me is yours,
Sacred,
And must be treated accordingly.
If that is not a terrifying way to love somebody,
I don't know what is.