Let me have your messy parts:
Your two A.M.’s,
and mid day breakdowns.
Let me kiss each one of them.
Let me see you vulnerable.
Kid, I want to see you when you’re scared.
When you’ve lost your mom and brother.
Tell me about when you realized all fairy tales were lies.
And how you bought your first lighter hoping to burn wings so your past couldn’t fly into your dreams.
The first time you realized your body was breaking down.
Are you still like that?
Or do you believe everything’s going to be okay?
The Initial Crash of you 