Photo Source: Unsplash “Cracked”   I can’t really love a person ‘Til they’ve started to crack And let loose their insecurities One stuttered word at a time.   Usually takes a year Sometimes more, sometimes less Sometimes instantly If they pride themself on being a mess.   It remains unannounced, A secret unveiling of secrets Disguised as common knowledge They merely forgot to mention.   Our hugs get a little longer And have a conversation all on their own Squeezing away the coldness That...