They loved me when I was incapable of loving myself.
They loved me when I would have rather been 6 feet under than above.
Girls cared for me. Cherished me. Saw my beauty.
Few girls discovered the cuts on my body.
They saw my scars, saw my flaws, and they stayed.
I remember you saw the sadness in my eyes and to keep me from carving a picture into my skin you would hold my hand.
I remember the way your body felt around mine when we fell asleep at night.
I remember the way my heart fluttered for you as you gave me life.
I remember falling for you without even realizing it
I believe I really fell in love with girls because they loved me, were there for me, and comforted me at my darkest
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