He told me that my scars were beautiful,
and that he'd kiss every last one until they were faint.
He told me that he would hold me through all hours of the night,
only if it would make the darkness fade away.
He told me that I couldn't expect them to understand,
because he himself struggled to find the right words sometimes.
From the time I met him, told me that he'd be there forever,
and he was.