I’ve never thought that love is blind,
Yet somehow when the scars on my heart appeared on my skin,
You could read them with perfect clarity,
Diligently running your weathered hands up and down the brail scrawled on my arms.

When I was having one of my tantrums
And I stopped breathing
And the city skyline swirled around me
You wrapped your arms around me
Said to calm down, to soften up
Because my rough edges sliced open your fingers
Every time you reached out to hold me.


I fell in love with your perfection,
With everything I couldn’t be for you,
And when I realized you weren’t perfect either,
I fell in love a little more.