I am strong.
I know how to stand on my own.
But when I fall,
Who wouldn't want someone to reach out their hand and help you up?
To have someone
Who sees your old scars as stories to be told and not to be judged.
Someone who kisses
Your broken pieces back together, And makes it their goal To heal your wounds.
They know what you've been through,
And yet, The still love you.
How can that be?
For I am not one to be admired, But avoided.
But they love me
For me. They think nothing of mistakes. And that is true love.