Reckless Abandon: a letter to my King

I'm tired. I'm irritable. I'm vulnerable. I want you. I need you to want me back. You have crossed the threshold into my heart. I want you to want me down to my core. I don't want to return to when I was crippled by fear to move forward. I don't want to worry about you generalizing me. I want to feel your love. Yes, I'm imperfect. Love me anyway. Don't just love me anyway, love ON me anyway. Hold me until you smother away my fears. Or caress me until I can at least no longer acknowledge them. Hold me until my whimpers become null and void. Kiss me. Tell me sweet nothings in my ear. But don't speak it from your mouth. Allow it to come from your heart. Jump-start my heart again by having your very own to massage mine. Just love me. It doesn't matter who tries to talk you. It doesn't matter who tries to talk to me. It is just us. And we are all that matter. Yesterday, today and tomorrow. I don't care what anyone else thinks, just love me. When you love me, I am at my best. I am strong. Because your love makes me resilient. Love me, so that MY love speaks volumes. Love me so I can shower you with all the love in me. Love me so that I am free to love you into oblivion. Love me so I can love your worries away. Because your love makes me resilient. And it comes back 360. I cannot help but to pour into you the love that you pour into me and flip it like a "nickel and dimer" to the point where it's overflowing. That's 360. What goes around comes around. Let me love you. I want to touch you so that this transfer of love takes place and and my love has permeated through you to the point where your body is merely the host to this seemingly parasitic love of mine that has no intention to leave your body. It is now a home for my love. You are a home for me. And without you, my love is homeless. And I, merely a nomad...