All of Me.

It has come to occur to me during the course of my therapy that I am afraid of people. People of all walks of life. People from every part of my life. Just people. Because people can hurt you. And they more often than not do. They're mysterious creatures, with mysterious motivations. We are unknowable. And that's what makes us so frightening. But I am inevitably drawn to them as well. All of us are. Like moths to a flame. Because we are meant to be social creatures. We are meant to let others hurt us and we are meant to hurt others. And if you are among the fortunate few, you will spend your time hurting others more than they can ever hurt you. You will break hearts and yet keep yours intact. And you will feel nothing for it. Because you are one of the fortunate few. But alas I am not. I spend more time getting my heart trampled and trodden over time and time again. Over and over again, the same story all over again. Just on a different day. And when the opportunity presents itself for me to hurt someone, I realize that I can't do it. That I would rather hurt than cause someone else to hurt. How is that fair? 

Because all of me, loves all of you. 

Love your curves and all your edges, 

All your perfect imperfections.

Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you.

You're my end and my beginning.

Even when I lose I'm winning. 

Because I give you all of me.