Baby Didn’t Break Me.  
He Knew How To Put My Pieces Back Together,
Like He Knew My Broken Edges Better Than I Did.
Where I Was Sharp Or The Frayed Pieces, My Seams, He Could Restitch.
So Much Beautiful Sorrow, Our Lives Were Draped In. And Somehow This Smile Can’t Be Stolen.
Our Lives Were Filled With Moments That Held Flames, These Were The Days Of Wonder, So Baby Don’t Cry, Don’t Cry.
It Was All Just Short Of A Miracle, So Much Was Held Between These Palms, I Knew My Forever Wasn’t In Wishing Wells Anymore.
I Didn’t Make Mistakes, I Was Just Made Of Them.
And Somehow Between All The Lines That Blurred, He Could Make Me Believe Differently. You Could Be The Type To Grow Up Wishing In An Afterlife, To Become Someone New, But My Right Now Was What I Needed.
Hearing His Heart Beat Was Like Knowing I Wasn’t Alone Anymore. It Wasn’t Made Of Skin And Bones, But Silk And Gold, And It Could Take You Up So High That You Had To Look Down To See Heaven.
I Wanted To Be Interwoven Into The Fabric Of Who He Was, Stitched Into His Past,
I Knew He Belonged In My Future.
There Were So Many Layers We Put Up, Layers Meant To Impress, Stripped Off When It Was Only Him And Only Me.
They Say Monsters Were Inside Of All Of Us, But I Finally Learned How To Empty Myself Out, Self-Loathing Was No Longer In My Vocabulary, The Distance Could Stretch Out Inside Me, The Distance The Size Of Bravery And Remind Me That Wounds Around Wrists Are Nothing Except Pretty Regret.
Ink Had Always Been My Best Vice And Most Honest Virtue, But I Could Write For Hours And Never Understand How To Describe The Unfathomable.
He Was My Best Story. <3