Chosen Fault

My name moves before intention, before meaning. I don’t promise ground. I don’t align things. If you enter, you won’t exit unchanged. I let go of what I’m holding right when it looks steady. No explanation. A chosen fault. I don’t love in straight lines. I don’t stay still. Sometimes I say “stay” and a second later break the frame. Don’t follow me if you want ease. Don’t call me if you need order. There are parts of me that refuse repair. Love me like this. Like this, unfinished. Love me like this without lowering my voice. Love me like this or don’t step in. Sometimes I don’t even know what I’m offering. And still I place it here. I carry marks I won’t negotiate. I carry tenderness with no manual. I am not shelter. I am open ground. If you stay, don’t ask so much. Some gestures exist only when not inspected. Love me like this. Without a shape. Love me like this without correcting me. Love me like this when it shakes. Don’t ask for less. Don’t dim me. I’m not looking for a judge. I’m not looking for an altar. If you touch this, do it whole. If not, leave it here. ©𓂃𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒂𓂃 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 (𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔.)