Love for the Broken

You really think I care that you have messed up?

I know about your reputation,

I know about your past.

And really, that doesn't change anything, 

Because you are still you.

And for some reason,

I care about you.

And I have this extreme urge to put a smile on your face 

Even if it's not by me having you. 

I know it's cliché to say I just want you to be happy,

But you don't know how true that is. 

The only problem is, I'm selfish enough for me to want to be happy too.

And at the moment, my happiness is you. 

So it kinda hurts. 

It kinda hurts when you say you don't think your good enough for me.

Do you really think I care that you've messed up?

I know about your reputation,

I know about your past. 

And really, that doesn't change anything,

Because I will always love you.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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