I can give myself away – my body, my soul – to a stranger with the snap of a finger.
But god forbid I meet someone who would give me the world.
I am an empty shell of myself;
unable to feel any butterflies;
unable to feel your love.
I am so numb to your love and I cannot help it.
Is genuine true love too much to ask for?
That love that wakes you up at 3am,
that love that makes you lose track of time?
This pure, raw love that’s full of risk;
full of dornes, though with the most beautiful roses.
I dare to pick one – no, all of them!
And let it hurt; let the spikes penetrate my skin so I know I am not empty,
but flesh and blood and bones – living, breathing and loving.
Like a human;
made out of flaws and imperfections.
Let that love hurt, let it be painful, give me sleepless nights;
let me bleed – I am ready to feel this pain; ready to crawl.
For it means I no longer am empty.
For it means there is a loving, beating heart inside me.
For it means I finally became human.
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