I am not hesitate to show her the truth -


I am not hesitate to show her the truth -

 yes ...

this is my confession -

                  I do not love you -

I do not love you as if you were not a wilted

flower whose thorns were not picked away -

   I grasp those thorns with my bare hands.

deep cuts - open wounds - dripping blood

accepting all parts of you -

because I understand that the

                 rain isn’t always pouring.

                 I understand that the

                 sun isn’t always shining.

love does not always release the sweetest fragrance
and that’s why I love you and that’s how I am going to love you -
rejoicing your truth and wanting you deeply rooted in my soul -
wanting to be deeply rooted in yours.

    so yes ..

this is my confession -

                  I do love you ...

I love you as if you wilted - bloomed - wilted and bloomed again.