Loving you is not easy.
You keep pushing me away, but I want to be a part of you; even part of your irrational thoughts and worries.
I don't want to be another unwritten page that you can conjure up from the trunk of your eidetic memories, drowning in your hurtful past, believing in your demons, more than you do in me.
I want to be able to hold you close, as you toss and turn at 3 am and talk you out of the twenty things that didn't happen, that you are paranoid about.
Flaws and all, you are perfect the way you are.
And I want you to know, there is so much more to you than your anxiety, there is so much more that I am still discovering, there is so much more love that I have to give to you.
#SaturdayWordplay is all about challenging myself (and my muse). Each week, I will select a word prompt and create something with the words, prose or poetry. Do join me in this and let's inspire each other to write regularly and write better.
Feel free to join me in using this week's word prompt 'eidetic' and leave a link of your post in the comments section. You can see my previous efforts at #SaturdayWordplay here