You expected me to be gone. To vanish. To disappear. You liked the strong woman in me.
I have that other side the side that not many see.
It makes me weak and vulnerable. At times a little crazy. Hard to console.
Surely If you want me you need to love both sides of me.
Surely If you want me at my best you need to want me at my worst.
After all is that not what love is
Poem by Emma Visca