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I was never broken,
but the way that you came in,
and it felt like I had stopped
under a bridge in pouring rain
told me that maybe
part of me is.
And the way I watched
all of my worries melt away
as I looked into your eyes
for the very first time
told me that maybe
part of me is.
And the way that your gentle touches
made me want to shy away,
but instead I embraced them
with open arms,
told me that maybe
part of me is.
And the way that I am so used to
the stabbing
harsh words of others-
yet your words came flowing in
so soft,
so sweet,
so perfect.
It felt like I had taken
my first breath of fresh air
and that
told me that maybe
part of me is.
And maybe part of me
is broken, but
I am me.
Imperfect.
Messy.
Chaotic.
Yet, you love me anyways
for all that
I am.
About the Creator
Lynne
Indie Author
YA Fiction Author
NA Fiction Author
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