inside-out

a/n: this was written around two weeks ago, while I was reading Love Letters To The Dead, something about tonight made me feel like publishing it so, apologies for its unedited and unpolished being, but I suppose it's better raw.

it is absurd of you, no
of anyone to want to hide
to run away till you can't differentiate
sweat from tears.
beauty is truth, and truth is
beauty
camouflage is just an excuse for
fear but whoever told you
to be afraid?

you could be anything, and
everything
and I would still want to know you
every breath, every habit,
every strand of hair on your head.
I used to think that for people
to love, one has to conform but I
thank the stars that burn warmer than we
could ever know, that that
isn't the case

you can have a crooked smile
pastel blue highlights, a freckle or two
maybe three.
you can have the bizzarest dreams
and secrets that swallow you whole
because as long as you are here
do not forget that I am too
give me the keys and I will
unlock
stay calm, breathe.

because all we fear is ourselves
and our flaws but all we need
is someone to stay
and I promise you
I will

maybe one day, I'll finally
know everything of you
the cliffs and the edges
the scars and the
bites.
it will feel like smoothness
sharp rocks cutting
deep in your skin, thick
red liquid oozing but
that is love

maybe one day you will
let me know you
the messy, the destructive,
exhilarated and adrenaline-d
as you are
crimson with rage and violet
passion, ginger with
life, rose-flushed cheeks
fall leaves, coffee cups,
old leather

one day,
you will let me love you.