you loved me
when i was too broken
to even love myself.
nights when i was scared to go
home because of the demons
in the walls.
you loved me
even when i blew up your phone
at 3 am with late night calls
mixed with tears and self-hate.
and you never hung up once.
you loved me
even when i had lost everything
i was naked, and alone with nothing else
but myself,
a sad, broken, little monster
invisible to most except you
but still you loved me.
so here i am
still broken, but beautifully
stitched together by your
delicate hand
asking if you will
let me
love you.