Choose you

I choose you.

love me wild-eyed or weary.

full of ocean and full of

dry land. half broken, and

half mending. quiet and

mysterious or spilling over

and telling you absolutely

everything. love me meek

and love me mighty. because sometimes

I am a boat, rocked to my core

by the storm. an avalanche.

a hurricane. and in advance,

i'm sorry. love me free and love

me bound to my downfalls but

trying. when light glistens

off my skin and when i stumble

into darkness. love me holy.

and sinful. and bleeding.

and healed. love me sweetly.

i have bruised your spirit.

in all of my life, i have found

no greater thing than to be

chosen. and so, with that,

i choose you, too.

~ullie-kaye