BEAUTIFUL MESS

Constantly unaware of what is present

Slowly choking off all the emotions and the pieces of you that may be left

You are broken but I don’t care…

I consider you to be my beautiful mess.

I want nothing more than to fill the void that you have, to heal the pain that you feel and to be your sunshine in the rain.

But see. I am only able if you let me.

No one is perfect but Each and every moment with you is worth it and I stand strong beside you.

Despite your broken pieces I see the beauty you hold within. I see the pain behind those beautiful brown eyes.

You are broken but I don’t care

I consider you to be my beautiful mess.

You were ready to deliver your story and watch me run to the nearest exit

but I refuse because I to have a story to tell Your story doesn’t have to be your permanent description.

And I’m only hoping that we can write a story of our own together some day.

Perfectly imperfect is how I describe you…

I see more than just. your imperfections. There is more to you than the pain you. hold. I desire to see that happy you again.

The one that looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world that can bring you joy. The one who’s laughter brings warmth to the room.

The one that desires to enlighten the world of all the possibilities . That you that yearns to be this definition of perfection.

But in my eyes you already are simply that….perfect.

Perfect in your own little way.

There are many pieces that lie before me crushed, and slightly aged due to experiences of life because you are broken, But I don’t care I consider you to be my beautiful mess.

I want to pick you up and put you back together slowly so I can admire how delicate each piece of you really is.

One by one slowly with care I want to piece you together and dote on every bit of you as a whole.

I want to shower you with my love and slowly nurse you back to great health and happiness.

I want to share life experiences and discuss the ravishing moments we have.

I want to be the glue that holds you together. Until then I continue to admire these shattered pieces that lie before me.

You are broken and I don’t care because you are my beautiful mess.

My Beautiful Enigma