Speak the truth
Even when your voice shakes

When you choose to love someone, as damaged as me – you started carrying the weight of my past, my pains, all my guilt’s.

You must be strong… You are being ever, so patient.

I stopped the hemorrhage, the blood flow; kiss the scar that lay there now. I will always be just a little – broken.

If you can handle that, you can handle me. I never want to worry once – what lay ahead of me. Right wrong or indifferent, stand right behind me.

Take my dents and cracks and get them all, to trust you. You will never find a better ally than this one – who is damaged.

After all, I am still here wondering why someone like you, ever once, wanted someone as broken as me…