"When people say: I’m a mess
they’re not warning you off
they’re willing you closer
to see past the sadness at 2AM,
and the chain-smoking, the crying at pianists
midnight meals, foetal positions and the sulk of bottom lips
There’s something inherently vulnerable about it
‘I’m a mess’
it’s filled with a soft stark pleading you won’t hear unless you’re listening right and all it means is
‘Please don’t leave me here alone."
I hate plagiarism but I honestly can't for the life of me remember where I got that beautiful little piece of writing from. It is true though. Sometimes endings can be disguised as beginnings.