I want those nasty parts of you. The dark, messy, broken pieces scattered somewhere between your reality and memory.

I want to hold them and see where our reflections are shared. Find the spots where your jagged edges fall in line with mine and let the void that might arise fill with momentos sinceros the rest.  
I want to see my reflection in your eyes. Hold hands as we jump into the abyss not knowing where it might lead. Scared and excited all the same. 

– la C.Guapa
3.1.14