Your arms are covered with scars, but I love you.

Your heart is tainted, but I love you.

Your mind is filled with darkness much deeper than mine, but I love you.

Your soul is broken beyond repair, but I love you.

Although you don't notice my constant stare or believe that we're the perfect pair, I love you.

And to think that someone broke you once ago makes me feel like I'm choking on the very air that fills my lungs day after day.

Some may thing that love is blind, personally I think we're too kind.

To kind to let beautiful people waste their time on hopeless, charity cases like ourselves.

To kind to give any love to ourself and instead project it from our tainted soul.

To kind to let people know about our daily struggle so instead we silently stumble.

Your arms are covered with scars, but I love you.

Your heart is tainted, but I love you.

Your mind is filled with darkness much deeper than mine, but I love you.

Your soul is broken beyond repair, but I love you.*

You're too kind, but still I love you.