romantic catarsis

and just as humans love art, just as an artist loves his muse, i will adore you,

where the artist is intoxicated by the muse.

my dove, look at what you make me do. so that you may never doubt my unconditional love.

i don’t know if i’m truly worthy of your love,

but something weighs heavily on my heart:

the fact that my hands tremble beside my written heart,

in my shed tears and aching chest,

in my infinite longing and the finiteness of your being.

soothe my everlasting love, my sweetheart.

i have kissed, i have loved, i have been chosen by the wrong hands.

i want mine—with invisible scars, bitten nails, and crooked fingers—,

to be the right ones for you. i've never desired so much,

a love,

somewhat fleeting,

on many occasions.

but i would be capable of loving you every day.

even more than yesterday.

tell me, ''stay with me today,''

and i’ll stay with you for the rest of my life.

i'm sorry for loving you.

i am a fragile creature, someone—or something—that isn’t supposed to exist, a creature with wounds in every part of my being. a being who is no longer capable of caring for or loving anyone.

i am a creature who no longer wants to love, who no longer wants to give any more of itself.

but when you reach to me,

my limbs will be yours,

your blood will flow through my veins,

and i will see the world through you,

i will see the love within you; i will see every part of you—your organs and tissues, every heartbeat and every thought—each with its own sensitivity, as if worthy of adoration. i want to fill my mind with every one of your feelings; i want to fill myself with you. and if only you would leave that door open, let me be yours—completely and devotedly.

still, i’ll live here. with your inner turmoil and its endless struggles, with your anxious hands and your racing mind. In your obsessions and every compulsive action.

still, i'll live here, in your heart, in your mind. wherever you let me be, no matter how humble it may be, i will live here. i will make my home here.

at the heart of a relationship that blossoms little by little. in the distant embrace of a friend and a lover.

i’ll live here, with part of myself in your hands; I know you’d cherish it gently, with love. i don’t yet know exactly how, but i do know one thing: you’d take care of me.

it's mutual.

every night you cry, every night you grieve and complain, i'll be there.

every day that you laugh, every day that you enjoy, and every day that you admire yourself, i'll be there.

i'll live here the way I want to live here; i want to take care of you and grow alongside you.

i want to live here—a decision, a longing, a personal desire that is mine alone, because i chose you.