I don't want you to heal me
Or save me from my own person.
I don't want to find you
Someone I lost
Long before you.
I want to be you
As you are
And just love me
Simple and clean.
I want you to teach me to have courage,
I hope so
and to love again.
Show me your weaknesses,
but also the gaps in my chest,
the remnants of the past.
I want you to teach me
Stop being afraid of me
The words,
of empty promises ...
I want you to invite me
To love you honest.
About the Creator
Karla Andrea
I like to write poems when I'm sad.
I'm shy when it comes to my writing.
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