We spend so much time hiding our broken parts. What if someone wanted to kiss those parts too?
Some kisses heal what words cannot reach.
This is how a kiss heals:
Today, I kiss...
Show me your wounds.
Tell me their story.
It’s okay—
cry.
Today,
I won’t kiss your lips—
today,
I kiss beyond.
I want to kiss your tears—
your wounds—
your pain—
I want to touch every place
that’s been neglected—
every side you hide.
I want you to feel whole—
let me hold you
together.
I want to kiss your fears—
your cries—
your shame—
I want to touch every place
that’s been rejected—
every side denied.
I want you to feel whole—
let me hold you
together.
Stop trying to fit—
stop trying to change—
be soft, vulnerable,
even broken—
I want you to feel safe
the way you are.
Show me your wounds.
Tell me their story.
It’s okay—
cry.
Today,
I won’t kiss your lips—
today,
I kiss your soul—
and tomorrow
I’ll kiss you whole.
— Cae Rivas —
Sometimes love isn't about fixing someone—it's about holding space for their brokenness.
Perhaps, it’s about showing someone the beauty of their endurance.
Of their survival.
Is there a part of you that needs permission to be seen?
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Sweet. Love it, Carlos.
This made me smile there’s something so tender and alive in how you share this. 💛