Apr 20
I showed you my blood stained hands;
And you held them.
You saw my teeth bared,
My fists clenched,
Yet your eyes gazed into mine with the same love.
You saw me filled with rue and vengeance;
And you still embraced me with warmth.
You saw me ruined, like an old tumbledown building;
And you picked all of me.
You saw me at my worst;
And yet your hands never slipped away.
Copyright © Diya Rajith | Year Posted 2024
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