One day,
someone so close to you
will see you crack under pressure.
They'll watch you fall to pieces
on the floor
and come and sit so close next to you
They won't pick up your pieces
They'll leave them as they are
and make you feel loved
and felt and seen,
in your puddle of mud
and mess, regardless.
They'll make you feel like
you don't have to clean anything up,
like you don't have to hide
any of these pieces away again
Because you don't
Because it's those same pieces that make you so damn lovable
~somewhere from the internet