If I could use every breath I have to make you believe your worth,
then I would happily choke
to see you smile.
I'm sorry the only time you remember human contact was when you were being hit by your father.
I'm sorry that girl broke your heart and blamed everything on you.
You did nothing wrong, it was them.
You are not the bruises that marked your body as a child
or the pain that you look at in the mirror.
You are the laugh that escapes my lips when you make those god-awful jokes.
You are the skipped beat of my heart when you walk through the room.
You are all of your own emotions- overwhelming, deafening emotions that scream through the clouds with confidence.
You are the ******* sun on my cloudy-*** day.
I am sick and tired of you seeing yourself as such a mess, when all I see is hope, and laughter, and everything I've always wanted.