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.

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