In a little white house,
all lights are off except for one.
In a bathroom, a woman sits on the floor
A breakdown has begun.
Hair's a wreck
No makeup on
Tears streaming down her face
Oh, what a sight for anyone to stumble upon.
The door creaks
her sniffles go silent
wiping the wet spots from her cheeks.
He walks in,
eyes groggy from sleep.
She can’t help it,
immediately she weeps.
He’s awake now,
sitting down on the cold floor.
He grasps her hands
She shakes her head, pulling her hands away.
“I’m a mess.”
Her eyes fill with dismay
“Nobody wants that.”
His heart breaks
“What if I do?”
She stares at the floor
“Why would you?”
He reaches for her hair,
pulling stray strands behind her ear.
“Because,” he says,
wiping away a tear.
She looks up,
watching his face.
“Because why?” she questions,
feeling her heart race.
“I love you” he answers,
grabbing her hands once again.
She looks skeptical.
“What does that mean, then?”
“I’ve seen you in your pajamas,
dancing in the kitchen like no one’s business.
Hands up, lip syncing
doing those moves you wouldn’t want anyone to witness.
“I’ve seen you on date night,
hair curled, makeup on
wearing the most alluring dress
making you such a gorgeous sight.
“I’ve seen you in the morning while you’re still asleep.
Mouth open, drool on the sheets.
The covers around you in a jumbled heap,”
He looked at her,
chuckling at her confusion.
“So?” she snaps
He sighs, preparing for his conclusion
“What you don’t see,
Is that I’ve seen you at your highs and lows;
on the days where you don’t want to be around me,
fearful of what I would think.
“I never thought of you as any less;
now I’ve seen you at your worst,
and all I can say is that I don’t see a mess.
“I see a beautiful woman
just a little overcome from stress.
She still makes me laugh
and can love me like nobody else can.”
He wraps her into his embrace,
feeling more tears fall from her face.
“And I am the man who can love her like nobody else can.”