He watched me with cautious eyes when I stood before him; exposing myself bare.
“You see,” I began, ” for as long as I can remember, I’ve been this way.
Masking the truth and pretending I’m okay.
But someday, eventually, my body began to resemble my soul. These tired eyes, the self-inflicted pain.
Left such scars on my body that I no longer know how to explain.
So believe me, when I say that I understand if you no longer want to stay.
That this body of mine is so gruesome that you feel the need to runaway.
For I know what it’s like to be abandoned; I’m quite used to the pain.
I just wanted to show you the truth now instead of when it’s too late…”
I stood there for what seemed to be an eternity; waiting for his reaction but he just stood there- examining me. After ten minutes had passed, he held out his hand and gestured me forward. When I hesitated, he took my hand in his and held it up to his lips.
“You are a beautiful, chaotic creature,” his breath was warm against my hand. “And I am completely besotted with you.
I want you to know that I plan to stay,
I want to know where you go when the light in your eyes begin to fade.
So I will follow you into the darkest corners of your mind with total abandon.
And bring you back, even if it kills me in the end.”