You are made of your past,
built from broken promises
and unrequited love.
I can see you’ve been hurt before,
you don’t know what it means to be seen as more than a future memory.
I want more for you than new reasons to cry,
to see that commitment is possible for those struggling to heal.
So I will love a little louder even when you’re mad at me,
and wait as long as it takes so you know my love isn’t only for when we’re happy.