to tell you the truth,
i’ve always preferred
the worst parts of you.
the parts you never
kept naked, always
hiding under whispers.
i always loved the
secrets that made
you vulnerable.

so, so what if you
have baggage,
because i’m lugging
around a uhaul
filled with all the
mistakes i once made.
i want to touch
every little shattered
piece of you, and
try to put you together
like the jigsaw
puzzle i’ve been
working on for
two whole years.

i want every speck
of dirt you tried
to wash away, each
haunted memory,
every bad mistake.
i want to feel each
story, running through
my veins.

so pour it all out on me,
give me your rain
and i’ll be your
umbrella, shower over
me, i want to become
clean together. love me,
love me like a downpour,
and let me be your shelter.