Before I met you, I had to scream to be heard.
There was a time, when expectations were swords, twisted hilt-deep into my chest.
Gaping, oozing wounds onto my soul...
And I had no right to be upset.
Before I met you, I spent many nights alone.
Curled under the weight of the world, crumbling, wondering...
If my heart would ever find a home.
Oh, there were Fosters, no doubt.
And users, abusers, cheaters to boot...
They swooped in like vultures, under the disguise of a mouse.
Fraying, breaking, disentangling all too soon.
And then your fingers traced all of my scars and blemishes with such tenderness - I trembled.
Where others found fault, you saw a warrior.
Bold, brave, beautiful, you whisper so sweetly, so nimble.
You, My Hero, give me courage to fight.
Before you, all I knew were empty promises and hurt, the bitterness of being repeatedly broken…
You’ve filled me with love, laughter and life.
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