#precision.

Let's play a game where I accept you despite your past actions and the flaws you so fondly point out and we'll call it "Being A Decent Human Being" and I'll puppy dog-eye you into building a fort out of your two blankets and three pillows and that quilt you never use and it's going to be a makeshift, mangled mess but we'll sit beneath it like seven-year-olds who are so proud that our hands actually built something instead of destroying it, and maybe you'll finally tell me why you're afraid of the dark while National Geographic talks about great white sharks in the background. You'll rest your head on my lap and I'll play with your hair while we talk about the time the goat fish-hooked you and I had almost fallen over laughing and we'll talk about your disappearing acts and you'll get quieter than the night outside because you've never been good with emotions or saying what's on your mind, so you'll lay there and listen to me describe you in words nobody's ever had the strength to use before and I'll tell you how happy you look when your reflection isn't staring back at you. And somewhere between reiterating my affections and tracing the tattoo on your chest with the tip of my finger I'll say the wrong thing and you'll begin to think about how some days you have to convince yourself to get out of bed, how you feel as though you should continue this life alone and I'll know you'll never confess it but some days, you want to die. There will be nights where you think of what you've held between your calloused palms and although I can only hope my body is the first thing to come to mind, it'll be surpassed by the weight of the knives you tend to like a newborn child and you'll think about their power and you will know their strength and how easy it would be to give up. And some days you'll be marathoning American Horror Story or working for a company you hate and you'll count the number of ways you could kill yourself with the items that surround you and you won't say it and you won't have to, because the way your muscles tense and you twitch in your sleep speaks more words than I am capable of comprehending and I'll lean in and kiss your lips with the intent to take the pain away and I'll have you know we all have those days, and I want to love you through all of them.