I love my love
I love my love.
I’ve always taken a fondness for taking things people would overlook, dusty and old, cracked or broken , and making them shiny , new, useable, and beautiful again.
I love to see the potential in items, people and situations.
My love has been no exception.
I love my love.
My love, you can come to it broken battered tired and hungry, and I will take joy and care in your recovery.
I will take pride in seeing you walk on your own, and smile genuinely without needed to be coerced.
I will take a liking to the way the sides of your lips will curl, without hesitation, a laugh escaping your lips, knowing it was me that it was for.
I can fill the holes in the walls you built with spackle , brick, and mortar build them higher till you feel safe again , I can help you tear them down them down and open the space, let in the air and sun.
I love tinkering inside the broken bends of the mind. Finding pathways to make things right.
I love my love,
My love is painful to bear, my love is fulfilling, my love worms its way into everything I touch and embeds itself deeply into the fabric of flesh and bone that make you, you .
I love my love… to be loved with my love would be incredible.










































































