You. The one I thought would stand by me no matter what but didn’t. You. The one that casts judgement as if you were perfect. You. The one that shuts me out over my mistakes. You. The one that ignores me for not living my life the way you expect me to. You. The one that assumes the worst not knowing the actual truth. You. The one that sought out to hurt me for your own satisfaction. You. The one that sowes discord against me. You. The one that gave up on me because I withdrew in my depression. You. The one that once loved me but now is a stranger. You. The one that holds unreasonable expectations of me. You. The one that holds my past over my head.

You. Yes. You broke me.

But then there is You.

You. The one that believes in me against all odds. You. The one that lifts my spirits just by being there beside me. You. The one that doesn’t expect me to have it together every minute and hour of the day. You. The one that hugs me against my wishes warming my heart. You. The one that brings a smile to my face ceasing my tears. You. The one that lays with me when I don’t have the strength to face the world. You. The one that still sees my purpose over my mistakes. You. The one that listens to me even when I don’t make sense. You. The one that is constant and persistent even when I push you away. You. The one that doesn’t forget to remind me that you care. You. The one that knows just what to say to help me. You. The one that stands by me no matter what. You. The one that loves me unconditionally.

You. Yes. You keep me together.