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Broken to your beautiful,
I am
Small and afraid and not quite
Sure how to deal with things that
Hurt.
It isn’t Love that hurts, but
Not being Loved.

Oh, but you,
You’re different.

You two who are filled with love to overflowing, showering me
With kisses and compliments, snuggles and smiles.
“Why me?”
And you smile and kiss my forehead,
And you smile and squeeze my hand.
It’s because, you say,
“It’s true.”

And I laugh because soft kisses
tickle on my nose,
and I smile because you hug me close,

And love, god,
I love,
because you wrap me in your arms and
tell me I am wonderful

Oh, pretty-loves,
do you believe you are wonderful as well?

You have made this broken child believe
this world has hope within it.
Perhaps you are broken too, but you, too are
“...Beautiful!”The word spoken breathless as I am
Loved, loved, loved.

I don't know how to deal with hurt,
I don't know how to deal with love,
But you, oh, you're different.

Broken two, you’re beautiful.