Yes
I admit
You are broken

But I have a stockpile of band-aids
That I used to keep for myself
They are yours now

And yes,
You are hurt

But I have soft cherry lips
That can kiss pain away  
I will share them with you

And those broken bones of yours?
I have just the thing for them;
Arms that brace injuries with an embrace  

"What about my flaws?" you ask
For those, take a look into my magic mirror
That shows how perfect each flaw truly is

I cannot not forget
The dark hole you are stuck in
I know the feeling
And you can borrow my shovel

And when you need the strength
To dig yourself out,
Look into the blue of my eyes
I will help you carry on

I will do all that I can do
To put band-aids on your wounds
To kiss away the pain
To wrap up every injury
To dispel insecurities
To give you the tools you need

To help you help yourself

To give you the warm sunlight you need
In order to grow.