Raised on adversary, it’s haunting
The look on your eyes, daunting
Or maybe I’ve confused you, misconstrued the expression you carry
The fear it holds, do you fear me or the past that held me
I melt
Granted permission
Melt further, into your arms
The tears you cry for me, is this love?
The tears you cry for me, is this love?
You whisper
Barely audible, “These arms will carry you for as long as they need-
I cannot fix you, but I will give you the tools to one day help yourself.”
You love me
You love me enough to hold the broken pieces of me
You love me enough to be a pivoting point in my timeline
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