This is not destiny,
but I like to think that
I would have been at your side
in these moments
no matter what.
Even with screaming nightmares
and everything falling to pieces?
Even with my Heart shattering
like drops of glass? With my going
distant because it’s all–too much?
Yes, even then. I love you more than
you can possibly know, even across
thousands of years. I love you across
time and space and even death itself.
You can’t put me
back together can’t fill
my scars in with gold
you can’t take my dreams away–
I know that. You’re not glass, Love.
You’re not worth less shattered. You don’t
need to change back into who you once were.
But who I am now. Scars and
trauma and–everything wrong?
You’d love me even then?
You know I do.
I believe you.