They say time heals wounds,
But it wasn\u2019t time that mended me,
It was you the one who saw my scars,
The one who held my broken heart gently,
Without asking it to be whole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I gave my all to a love that left,
And in that leaving, I nearly drowned,
Apologized, reached out, bent myself backwards
For a chance that never came around.
They left me standing in shadows,
Alone with the weight of memories turned sour,
Left me to pick up pieces of who I used to be,
And question if I was ever worthy,
Of being loved as I am, no more, no less.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But then you came along, softly, silently,
You gathered my fragments with careful hands,
Held my pain like it was precious,
Not something to be swept away,
Not something to shame or turn from.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where others gave up, you gave in
Not with conditions, but with compassion,
Took my mess and called it beautiful,
Took my tears and showed me grace.
In you, I found a reason again,
To look forward, to see hope in the distance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They taught me that love could hurt,
But you showed me that love can heal,
That sometimes, the one worth holding onto
Isn\u2019t the one who made you cry at night
But the one who stays and lights up the dark,
Who loves you even when you can\u2019t feel whole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So let the past stay where it belongs,
Buried in yesterday, hidden in shadows.
I am not something to be tossed aside,
And found again when it\u2019s convenient.
I am worth more than an afterthought,
And you, the one who stayed you deserve my best,
Every piece, every moment I have left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll give you the love they couldn\u2019t hold,
The loyalty they threw away so carelessly,
For it\u2019s with you I found myself again,
The strength to be someone whole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
@admin<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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