InWithin

You were there,
and you picked up the pieces.

You were there,
and you saw the faults within.

You were there,
and you hold me delicately
as if I were a ceramic vase.

You were there,
and you loved the broken pieces.

You were there,
and you held the sharpest of pieces.

You bled,
and you bled
but you still hold onto me,

and almost as if you had a magic wand,
you turned the ugliest in beauty.

You fixed me,
and you showed me how to love,
how to love what I despised the most,

myself.