You want honesty so here I am
That I don’t know everything about you
Like where you come from
Or what you’ve seen
Or what your favorite meal is
But I feel something
In my bones
That tells me that you’re worth
Asking the questions.
And while I’m being honest
I guess I should tell you that
I’m crying now
And I don’t completely understand why
But I think
It’s because the way you
Remind me that
Makes me feel like
I’m worth something
And I can’t remember the last time
That I felt like that.
Everything around me looks
But somehow it all looks
Out of focus.
Because I don’t remember ever
Feeling like someone
Was going to invest their time
And I don’t want
To let you down.
Romanticism was never something
That I thought was real.
I thought that when you loved someone
You punched them on the arm and
Told them that they were kind of cool,
I didn’t know that people actually
Still wrote letters or poems on paper
Or that they actually left them on
I was convinced that if you loved
You had to give up a piece of yourself
In order to allow them to be
The best they could be.
And it’s exciting
And, mostly, fucking terrifying
That maybe I have finally met someone
Who is willing to let me be
The best I can be
Without hiding any piece of them.