a glorious mess

luck we met;

luck you looked at me.

luck you still can look at and through me.

where am i?

am i fit to be cared of?

am i fit to be loved?

i am a mess

but i give you the power to claim me as your mess.

i’ve wet my pillow with tears thinking of you.

there’s no other way to live.

to love,

to care,

to know;

a mess like me.

but you knew.

you knew.

you knew the earthquake of my soul,

the storm of my mind,

and the flood growing inside my liver.

and i love you desperately.

because you are kind to the monster inside.

to the spoiled child,

to the crying girl.

you’ve seen and heard my scars.

not one scares you.

i am just the same asshole to you.

you are kind, not polite.

kind from within.

kind from your heart, your mind and soul.

because you chose this storm.

i will cry of joy and sorrow, but

you’ll be there.

i trust you with my life and my soul.

i am not only to think of you,

ought to understand you;

to help you heal.

the are not enough languages to tell you how much you’ve changed me and how much i love you.

please stay.

this wreck loves you.

yours always,

R. G.

lucky me.

glory is ours.