I know you are hurt.
That you think you are ice.
A thousand walls put up,
Soldiers guarding every small cracks,
Ready to defend the
Enemy of memory,
of what use to be,
of new, possible love.
I know you think you are
Frozen forever,
That you cannot truly love again,
As before.
I know you think you are monstrous,
A beast,
Undeserving of love
From anyone and everyone.
I know you think you
Deserve to be hurt,
To be unloved.
I know you are afraid
To fall again,
To face the same pain,
Of being left behind.
Forgotten,
As if you didn't matter.
I know you think you are broken,
Too messed up and frozen
To be fixed.
I know, and I understand.
But I am here,
Here to tell you,
I love you,
despite all of that.
I see more inside,
Buried too deep,
Underneath all the pain.
You are not monstrous,
Nor, are you a beast
Undeserving of love.
You are not too frozen,
Too messed up
To be healed.
You do not deserve
To be hurt,
To be unloved.
Your walls
Don't have to be so tall.
Your soldiers
Don't have to be on guard
Day and night.
You can show me
Your real self,
I will not run.
You are not monstrous,
Nor, are you a beast.
You are merely a human being
Who has been hurt,
And has not been properly healed.
But I love your defects,
I accept your pain,
Your sadness,
Unfreeze yourself.
Show
Me
Who
You
Are.