Two Lovers (Patreon)

Hold me, so close to the point of breaking, my pieces barely clinging to each other, no longer sure of where they fit. 

Undo me, make me feel better, ask me to stay, tell me you’ll stay even after everything I’ve done.

 Please love this little uneven, sharp parts of me, that hold me up together in my darkest hours, hidden behind masks that pretend to be me but no longer fit. 

Just touch me, make me feel a real person again, one that deserves to be loved.