On second thought, maybe the broken person is me.
Maybe I love too deeply because I know how it feels to not be loved enough.
I listen intently because I know the ache of not being heard.
I rush to bandage wounds I didn't cause because I know what it's like to lie bleeding helplessly, as others whisper, "that's just life".
I know what it feels like to do your best & never get it right.
If being broken has led me to this unconditional love in my heart that screams to be set free...then I'm thankful for every mangled piece of me.