I would offer you the best of me
But my heart has not been kept in a velvet box.
In living & loving it has become chipped & scarred
Broken & beautiful it is all I have to give.
Would you want it untouched, untried?
For once it was so;
Pure, fragile
But
Every mark is a memory
Every flaw a story-
My story-
Love & loss
Pain & joy
Me.
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