THE BEST PARTS OF ME ARE YOURS
There are parts of me I keep hidden, the parts of me that are hard to love.
They are too feral and erratic. There are parts of me that shouldn’t be invited to dinner. Sometimes, they’re neatly tucked between the meetings of my collarbone.
Sometimes, I place them under the soft skin of my palms and it’s like they don’t exist.
Forever hidden for the fear that I may become unlovable.
Yet, there are parts of me that I can never stow away. Little broken pieces that shiver and quake, like chimes dancing in a rush of air at the sound of your voice. They get caught in the wave of you, overwhelmed and in love, they are yours.
There are parts of me that can only live when you are near.