HE

He is me, I see what he can be-he is everything that hurts inside me-I can't ask him to change as it will detract from the simple fact that I love and he is and isn't everything he says, everything he does. It's impossible to equate or formulate why I love-why anybody drops their guard to be vulnerable, to the possibility of being scarred but I chose not to lose myself in him, he has too many risks bedded within him and with him-he needs to address and explore if he wants more and to realise in my eyes he has a fragment of my heart and although the love displays itself as nausea- it's him that creates a temporary loss of security.

I am not aware of what it truly means to care, to love unconditionally, without agenda to feel safe, the tension and pressure of my youth is concrete proof of the importance of a safe home that does not make you feel desolate, cold and alone as the repercussions are within me with the way I relate to him and the way he sees me.