When the morning is being flawless,
And your words are being perfect.
I will curl myself up into a ball and remind myself
Of the countless flawless mornings that ended up in
Tear washed mascara and chipped nails.
I will remind myself of burning eggs on a stove you thought was too expensive for a kitchen as simple as ours.
I will remind myself of the body you worshipped in the dark
That somehow became shameful in the light.
I will remind myself that there are probably more good days than bad
And if I committed myself enough to the good days the bad will become a third of the kaleidoscope that is good.
And I will stay. I will always stay.