Papito

He tells me I’m not fucked up,

that things were out of my control

and I’m just “delicate.”

He tells me he loves my laugh,

that he loves everything about me

and I’m just “perfect.”

He tells me he wants to make me happy,

that I deserve to be treated with respect

and I’m trying to trust him.

I hate that someone before him damaged me,

that he won’t get the unbroken version of me

and he deserves more than that.

Still, I hope he sticks around awhile longer.

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