Never did I imagine love could work for me. After a few trials, I've learned that reciprocity should not be expected from someone broken, unable to love themselves, thus unable to love me.

You've shown me that beyond physicality, you were here, forever. Got comfortable, we embraced this cosmic journey together.

Our freedom rang and dusted away ruins untouched, and built. We aren't 16 anymore and haven't reached 30, but your heart was still tilted.  
Bruised with holes to many to count, my love would never fill you
so you chose to live without instead of in our love to heal.