What if I kept getting meaner?
What if you thought I wasn’t worth it anymore?
What if your tears ran out?
What if I got too weak?
What if you fell out of love?
What if you met someone nicer?
What if you found kindness elsewhere?
What if you started resenting me?
Would you ever leave me?
There will always be nicer people.
I will always find kindness elsewhere.
I will resent you often.
You’re not weak.
You’re not mean.
There’s no good you or bad you.
There’s just you.
And I chose you. All of you.
I can’t leave you.
You’re my heart. Sometimes caustic.
But you can’t separate you from me.
And living with your worst self,
Is still better than a day without any part of you.
Would you ever believe me?