Recipient of your broken heart.
You said it fell apart from loving too hard.
Now I’m holding all your scars, in my arms.
So you know safe isn’t far.
You don’t have to hideaway, but if you want we could fly away.
You can name any place and we’ll be there today.
I’ll be your escape.
And on the days you don’t feel brave, I’ll put on my cape.
And on the days I can’t carry the weight, I know you’ll do the same.
It isn’t my place, to apologize for all his mistakes.
But I just wanted to say I’m sorry for all the pain, all the heartache.
If he hadn’t walked away I wouldn’t be holding you in my arms today.
I’m glad that I can care for you, the same way you care for me.
I’m glad I could be your sanctuary.
I love you, to the moon and back, but you already knew that.
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Beautiful
It just feels so good to care for someone and be there for them. Loved your poem!