mayhem

a tough shell,
with an inside full of emotions,
feelings that could, perhaps would,
maybe even should, scare most…
just not me.
but see,
I didn’t fall in love with who you were yesterday
nor the person you are today,
I fell in love with who you could be…
a gift for my soul to see,
the glimpses of you.
clarity forming.
like an artist admiring the perfection of a painting in progress,
seeing through the chaos,
an unwavering feeling of indifference
by the mess that lies in the wake, and,
what lies ahead in front of him.
the painting, simply worth all his efforts
no matter the mayhem.

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