I want to—

See your chaos…

Witness your mess on the floor…

Hear you snore…

Take off your genius…

 

I want you to—

Lay bare your worst…

Scream, argue, get annoyed…

Show your towering sorrow…

Tell a story of your downfall…

 

Only to—

Prove this love,

This kind I hold for you,

It transcends your flaws,

Beyond the limits of your thought.

 

Photo by Tord Sollie

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