I didn’t want to tell you how broken I really was
Because then I knew you would feel bad for me
For loving you like I was never hurt before
I didn’t want you to think that I needed fixing
I liked myself a little broken
Because then you could look through the cracks
And see me for what I truly was
A functional dysfunctional person
Who always had too much to drink every night
And too much to think about at 2 in the morning
And too much to give when there was nothing to be received
Who almost always loved way too much
For her own good
And I didn’t mind that one bit