i write 3 am poems about you.
i wonder if you saw my heart at 3 am would you still love me?
right now, you're somewhere looking for me in other people.
if you have feelings for her, feel them.
even if she doesn't feel the same.
understand that she isn't me.
and that's okay.
truth be told, you aren't ready for me yet.
but don't rush to be perfect for me.
i don't perfect.
i just want, you.
i want your anger, your pain, your sadness, your darkness, your dysfunction, your ego, your shame.
i want you to show me your soul.
i want the parts of you that only you and god know.
i want to know what keeps you up at night.
i want to know what songs make you cry.
i want to know your truth.
i don't want you to assume you know what i like so you end up changing parts of you that make you, you.
be real. always. all ways.
just know that i am waiting for you.
i am waiting for you to be ready for me.
all of me.
my anger, my pain, my sadness, my darkness, my dysfunction, my ego, my shame.
you'll be ready for me when i come.
the minute you stop looking for me in other girls is the day you'll find me.