Come broken, if that’s what today has made you.

Come As You Are

You don’t have to be perfect around me. 

Not polished. Not put together. Not pretending you’re stronger than you feel.

Come to me messy.

Come moody.

Come tired, carrying the weight of days that didn’t go your way.

Come broken, if that’s what today has made you.

I won’t ask you to explain yourself.

I won’t rush you to heal.

I won’t love you after you’re okay.

I’ll choose you now.

Because love, to me, was never about perfection.

It was about presence.

About sitting beside someone when their silence says more than their words.

About staying when leaving would be easier.

I don’t need you to shine for me.

I just need you to be real.

If your voice shakes, let it.

If your hands tremble, I’ll hold them steadier.

If you don’t have the energy to be soft, I’ll be gentle enough for both of us.

Some days you’ll feel like peace.

Other days you’ll feel like a storm.

I’m not afraid of either.

Because somehow, even in your chaos,

you are the calm my heart recognizes.

The quiet place my thoughts return to when everything else feels loud.

The only peace I’ve ever known without having to ask for it.

So don’t edit yourself before you come to me.

Don’t hide the cracks.

Don’t wait until you feel worthy.

Just come.

I’ll still choose you

as if there was never another option.