I'm not easy to love,
in case you didn't notice.
I cry without warning,
feel the hurt before the reason,
carry alarms that won't stop ringing.
My heart folds in strange ways,
marked with bootprints
that aren't yours.
I hold tight to old ghosts,
fear what I should embrace,
and I know that hurts you sometimes.
I'm sorry.
I'm stubborn,
wander through mazes
I've built myself to stay lost.
And still, you love me.
Even when I hide from your light,
even when my tears
can't explain themselves.
You just hold me
as I am.
And for that,
I am quietly,
wildly
grateful.
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