I brought myself to you, dragging my feet like one with a limp.
Walking away from everything upon my back, lifting my hands in praise.
Twisting and twirling smiles to what I thought wouldn’t be you.
My heart did sink to my feet when you did strike your first blow, leaving me ’empty-chested’
Love me you did, otherwise you wouldn’t have set me free
But the cracks, the wounds and bruises remain.
As I fold my arms around my legs and refuse to let me go
I hold on to you, all I ever hoped you would be, everything I ever wanted you to do, anything good you never said.
I hold on to you, letting go of myself, my worth, my truth.
Shattering inside while gaining an ever glowing smile.