Knots

There are knots in my throat when

I think about how I could never

love anyone the way I

love you.

We manipulate,

we hurt,

we laugh,

we love.

 Nobody knows my soul,

stripped bare,

the way you do.

You encompass my every thought,

my beating heart,

and I look into empty eyes that

aren't meant for me,

I hold soft hands that just aren't as

beautifully scarred and rough as yours,

and I find you in every

single

drop

of rain that falls from dim skies.

You have enough power to bruise me,

to break me until I am a shattered,

former version of myself,

but you hold onto me as though I am

the most fragile entity breathing.

I'm in love with every flawed piece

of you,

and it scares me,

and I don't like vulnerability,

but you have found your way into

my heart and established a home,

you have set up your flag,

and you will always have a

place here.