Strawberry Bubblegum

It’s three hours later where you are / but this night, let me disbelieve the distance.

I love it. All the broken pieces of you. I love it. All the things you couldn’t love about yourself. I love it. All the things related to your smile. I love it. All the howls you’ve sworn to the moon. I love it. All the shine you’ve taken from our stars. I love it. All the misery inside of your poetry. I love it. Every last tear drop saved on your sleeves. I love it. Every time you decided to say: I love you. I’ll love every piece of you. The broken only gives the wholeness room to breathe. The breathless only gives us more time to heal. The mindless decisions, your thoughts are still important. I love it, I love it. You may never find the pieces that you’ve given away, but I would never leave. You may never find peace within yourself, but I would never abandon your trust. You may never believe in true love again, but I’ll never leave your side– don’t worry. Your emptiness– I love all of it. All. Of. It.

As soon as healing takes place, go out and heal somebody else.