To Love

Her body told a story
of past loves, lost long ago.
Hurt, waiting to be overcome.
Fear, hiding in the depths
of her soul, seeking the day
she could finally let them go.
Hidden, dark corners of her mind,
still waiting to be explored.

Scars, though not visible,
could be felt throughout her body.
Each one told a story
of battles survived,
lessons hard learned.

Her ink was her battle cry.
Her mantra: she was a survivor,
a fighter,
a lover.

She would not back down.
She would give it her all.
All she ever wanted from you
was everything you had.
And everything you ever wanted
could be found through her,
through you,
through both of you,
together.

No, she wasn't asking for much.
Just your body,
your mind,
your soul,
your love,
your everything.

She would be in it for the long haul,
until there was nothing left.
She fought,
you just didn't see.
She loved,
you just didn't feel.
She told you everything,
you just didn't listen.

And that was all she ever wanted.
Not perfection.
Not promises.
Simply to be heard,
understood,
and respected.