I masked my fears, because I was broken
I tried to write, but the pain has dried my quill
I couldn’t see the light, couldn’t feel worth
I curled up, I retreated
I tried to smile, but the joy was gone
The betrayal of love is so complete
I just wanted to stay hidden.

I saw her, behind the mask
I understood her, through her paintings
I noted everything, and engaged her
Why did I let her in?  Why did it feel right?
I was honest, and kind to her.
She didn’t see me as broken, or damaged
She unchained me, shined the light on my dark

I saw her, this amazing woman
I lost hope because it always hurt
But she broke through the walls,
Where I thought no one could
She’s awakened parts of me I thought buried
I was lost inside my own head,
actions of the past tormenting me

No one sees me the way she does

We have to face what we know we can’t fix alone
Trying to find ways to escape this cycle together
We try to hide the broken pieces
We try to write, but within the ink, there is no hope
We can’t fix what is broke,
If we never face it, together

The past is the past,
we cannot fix it,
cannot revisit it,
but we can learn from it,