I don’t want your ideal you.

I don’t want your fake.

I don’t want your call me maybe.

I don’t want you to only show up when you feel like it.

I don’t want you to talk to me only when you’re at your best. I don’t want you to shy away and disappear when you’re struggling.

I want your deepest secrets and your trust. I want to teach you to love me and I want you to to teach me how to do the same for you.

I don’t want your lies or your best version of yourself.

I don’t want your second guessing and your fears of being second best.

I don’t want your brevity. I want to hear the beautiful words you speak and understand the depths of the wisdom keeper who you are.

I don’t want your pretending. I don’t want your going through the motions or your just not really feeling it right now.

I don’t want to be afraid of the real you and I don’t want you to be afraid of the real me.

I don’t want your fear of words unspoken or maybe it’s not meant to be. I don’t want who you think I want to see you as—I want the beingness inside yourself who you believe yourself to be.

I don’t want your apologies.

I want you. I want all of you.

I want your authentic self. I want your passion. I want the man who you want to be.

I want you to want me as I am.

I want to see you. I want to hear you.

I want to feel seen by you.

I don’t want your perfect. F*ck your perfect.

Bring me you and all of you—your vulnerabilities, your deepest fears, your leaps of faith.

Bring me all of you. Give me your truth.

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Author: Caitlin Oriel
Image: Flickr/micadew