Sometimes,
the only thing that I have to give to you,
is me.
Cracked and fragile;
pain oozing from dark places
that I can’t even see.
But, you do.
You see,
and you don’t flinch.
You catch me when I fall;
tenderly you bind me up;
stuff love in the holes,
and stop me from leaking out of
my memories.
How do you craft such a strong
net from
my brokenness?
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