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.