You loved me together with my scars.
Scars caused with pains and tragedies.
You loved me on the nights when I did not even love myself.
You were there to nurture me, to nurse my wounds.
To stop the bleeding, to give me warm hug and sweet kisses.
You loved me the way I should be loved.
You loved me with my foul mouth and short patience,
Like you were enjoying staring at me when I start to get ******.
You loved me in my morning moods as the way you loved my calm nights.
I get to use with it. All of it.
It was beautiful and surreal.
And you did not stop loving me until I stopped.
I created this small universe excluded you.
I started to walked away from your begging.
I turned my back with your pleading.
I hurt you, I left. I was never contented of what you can offer.
Until you get tired and I’m regretting.