When you come to me, do not come to me with your crazy perfection.
Come to me with your scars, your sadness, your dreams, your madness.
Tell me about the nights you lay awake, the love you tried to fake, your biggest heartbreak.
The times you ran away. Every damn word you were ever afraid to say.
Tell me about the nights you cried, the time you lied, that time you tried, and those days you’d have rather died.
Tell me about the crazy thoughts you think, and who you thought of that night you had too much to drink.
Tell me what drives you wild, what you were like as a child.
Tell me about the kiss you never felt, the love you made, and the dream you let fade.
Tell me what has ruined you.
Let it ruin me, too.