I love you for your scarred, scared soul.
For every brick you placed around your heart.
Every past injury that you made light of.
For every single time you pushed me away.
For every scattered thought you had;
Every hideous act.
For the self-control you dressed up in from time to time.
For all the pretending that never fooled me, not even once.  
For all your effort to run and hide to protect yourself.
For your desperate claws that lashed out at me when you felt me too close.
For the battle you fought (and lost) between truth and fear.
And no, I could not help you.
But I could love you.
And I always will.
Because I saw you.
I see you still.