Have a little patience in me
To my truest love,
Have a little patience with me.
I have flaws.
And though they are many,
they tell a story that is me.
Some I carry quietly,
some I stumble over more than I’d like to admit.
I do not tend to have faith in people.
Not because I want to see the worst in everyone,
but because I have learned how easily truth can be bent
when it passes through careless hands.
I have seen how quickly people can speak
without knowing,
without caring,
without thinking of what their words might destroy,
all in the name of what they may gain.
But I do try to understand.
Stubbornly so.
I will ask and ask,
to the point it may even annoy you,
but it is only because I want to understand you.
I am also cold.
Or at least I know I can seem that way.
I am guarded.
Quiet by nature.
I may joke when I am a little hurt.
I may get defensive when I am annoyed.
And when I am deeply hurt,
I may go silent,
not to punish you,
but to keep my pain from speaking
before my words are ready.
I do not need perfect love.
I need honest love.
Respectful love.
A love that does not turn human flaws
into reasons to stop choosing each other.
Choose me every day.
And if you give me that,
if you love me with truth
and respect me with intention,
then my love will not be halfway.
It will go the distance.
My devotion will be the shape of my love.
I will love you past the easy days,
past the beautiful ones,
past the moments where we are simple to understand.
I will love you in the quiet.
In the ordinary.
I will love you when life is heavy,
when words are difficult,
when the world asks us to become colder,
and still, I will choose to remain gentle with you.
I will give a love that lasts beyond a lifetime.
The kind that feels written somewhere older than memory.
The kind that finds you again and again,
in every version of who we become.
I will not see you as perfect
because you have no flaws.
I will see your flaws clearly
and still find nothing in you I wish to change.
Perfectly imperfect.
Human.
Real.
That is how I will love you.
Not blindly.
Not lightly.
But fully.
So if you see me one day,
Truly see me
and you see the flaws,
the quiet,
the questions,
the way I search for truth before I offer trust,
please,
have a little patience with me.
I swear,
the love I give will be worth it.
- A Mad Fool