Will you fall for my disabilities?
When you talk about love or emotions do you think it all goes to that same mainstream way? What if I told you that I'm not what you've thought of me to be. Will you still love me? or you've just been in love with the mask I was always carrying around.
What if I told you I'm disabled and I don't have physical disabilities but feel crippled by my thoughts.
What if I didn't have a voice to tell you about the voices inside my head, will you still hear me out making signs about the bad dreams I have. Will you be patient enough to let me seek through that tiny hole inside your heart. Will you let me stay there?
What if I told you I can't run or walk or even crawl. What if I told you I can't hold things because at times my hands become too weak to feel anything. What if I can't carry my own skin, will you help me pick up my bones and flesh that are spilled on the floor because of last night's brawl with the person inside me. Will you stop and listen to the numbness inside my heart which slowly tells a story that no one ever listened?
I've been the broken version of what mending seems like. I've had too many scars under my skin.
Will you love me with my disabilities?
Because I've been a left out my entire life and I desperately seek attentions during nights when I crawl to my bed.
People look at me like I carry a devil on my shoulder.
When I talk, I can't even spell the words that you always hear.
What if I told you I'm the most vulnerable mess you've encountered in your life? Will you hear me out till the sun sets out to a holiday of dreams?
Will you listen to all my stories I've made for years just for the right person to hear them all one by one, one day at a time.
I'm not physically disabled. But there are so many out there cursing God for making them that way. I ask you, can you for once tell anyone with a disability that they are amazing. They are just the perfect mismatch. Because today I hope you make this world a better place.
Someone out there is crying, unknowingly you might be a reason for those tears.
The perfect is just a word to hide the flaws. And I hope you'll fall for flaws.
I my dear am imperfect.