The Promise: A poem.

I see you. I see you for the true you, not for the character you have created in order to survive. I think you know this. You know I’m not alike any of the others in this frightful small town that is essentially a stage-play forced upon us. You see that I am true, a kindred spirit wearing my heart on my sleeve. Because only with me, in a dark lonely somewhere, is where I see glimpses of your heart, your rawness and vulnerability. Right there I can feel how much your soul trusts me. Right there the world is not lonely. Your soul knows, even if your marvelous consciousness shielded by ego doesn’t get much space to catch up. What you do not know, is that I don’t wish to change any piece of you. I do not care about your own falsely perceived flaws. They carry stories. Stories I want to eagerly devour every word of. I will not leave you to fight this battle on your own, no matter how malevolent the rest of humanity feels like to you. No armor will shield your heart. Mine will. You don’t think you deserve happiness, that you’re damaged. You don’t yet know just how magical the beauty is, the beauty that your scars are blinding you from seeing. I know you deserve all that your heart desires. I know that you are a mesmerizing piece of art carved from life, a life who claimed too much of a warrior’s courage too early. You do not know that I love you unconditionally, I have since I met you. The soul knows. I always will. That is my first and only promise.

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