Love, Unrequited

Even though I knew you wouldn’t mind
the gaping chasms and canyons of scars in my heart,
still I gathered them, smoothed them together like fresh clay
to present to you a whole
rather than broken pieces.
It was for you, but you made me want it
for me. You made me want to be whole
when you told me my pieces were beautiful
just as they were.

For you, I was ready to be beautiful.
I was ready to worship at your feet,
to lay you down and convince you
that every part of you is sacred,
that you are worthy of devotion.
To make you feel as whole as I do with you
until every part of you lights up
with connectedness, until you love yourself
even more than I could.