Parallel scars

You just love the idea of me and say you love me but that’s is because you need a place for your love to occupy. I’m just some to be the object for your love to occupy which in truth has nothing to do with me. I don’t wish that you love me just for the sake of being loved. I want to be loved because you’ve traced my scars back to the origins and found something familiar on your way there. I want to be loved because to have turned the contents of my heart inside out and sorted out the contents. I want to be loved because your pain recognises mine. When I look into your eyes I don’t want to have wonder if your eyes is seeing me. I don’t want to be loved because i am the antidote of your loneliness but because your loneliness runs parallel to mine. I want to be your partner, not your solution. Your partner and not a stand in for your emoty space. Love me through the surface of my skin until you reach my core if hurt. Until that core of hurt turns in to one of love or do not love me at all.