Do my flaws

My ugliness

Make me more beautiful to you?

Now you see my weakness

MY human frailty

My pain

Cracking me open


What will you do?

The hurt makes me soft

and quiet.

Small enough to fit inside your palm.

Now I listen. Now I can hear.

Your heart whispers,

“Nothing is real, my love. 

Nothing, except this moment.

I am here right now.

And I will stay here,

with you…

until I fade to dust.”