Don’t you see the beautiful battlefield you are?
You come to me with your failed relationship, your stinging regrets, your broken heart cupped within your hands, offered to me like an apology.
But, the thing is, you don’t have to apologize for the way the world broke you. You don’t have to ask me to forgive you for having scars, or doubts, or fears. You think you aren’t enough, that your experiences took from you and left you lacking, but that couldn’t be more wrong. You have a past but it never reduced you, it never spoiled your potential — it only ever added to it. It made you stronger, more deserving of a love that loves you back.
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Sometimes my chest sinks into my stomach when I realize you truly don’t see yourself the way I see you. See, I don’t see your broken home, or your despair. I don’t see anguish stamped along your skin. I don’t notice the tremble in your vulnerable words.
When I see you, I see beauty, just budding from your face, your spirit,
your limbs… When I see you I see courage; I see someone who is loving despite being afraid. I see someone who is fighting despite feeling weak. When I see you I see a strength that inspires me.
I see a woman that makes me want to stay.
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