Bleed

Bleed

If I showed you how broken I was,

Would you still hold me?

Knowing I would cut you.

Would you still hold me?

Knowing to try your best to heal me.

Would you still hold me?

Knowing your hands would bleed with every touch.

Would you still hold me?

Knowing I bleed nothing but love for you every day.

Would you still hold me?

Or would you up and leave?

Because I was broken.

Because I wasn’t enough for you.

Because you know you’d end up bleeding too.