Before, I was a broken mirror,
glass sprinkled about.
Every time I tried to reach for the pieces of myself,
My hands swelled with blood.
The infection spread down my arms.
I cut myself over and over again with all the broken pieces of me.
Then you came with your hesitant smile and your warm hands and cupped what was left
as I laid there on the floor.
You watched my frail heart beat,
And with your words,
you healed every cut and sinew and crevice.
You cut yourself along the way to make sure
I healed.
We bled there together.
You have always been the hot glue holding the pieces of me together.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
-S
