u/Ok_Prompt_1026

I’m your broken.
Which means you can see me a million times through tiny shards of glass but there is more of me to love.
I’m not your perfect, I’m your broken
Which is okay because I’m still put together in a way that hasn’t shattered completely.
I will not cut you, or ask you to hold my broken pieces, instead I ask you to love me as I am.
Im not your perfect. I’m your broken.
I may be broken but I’m not falling apart.
Through the shards of glass I can see your reflection and I can see that you are broken as well. It’s okay to come with imperfections.
We do not come to one another as perfect beings but instead as a culmination of lessons and scars and I am learning how to hold that.
I’m not your perfect, I’m your broken.
I have so much love to give and yet loving you does not mean abandoning myself in order to prove worthiness.
I can show you a love that is tender and kind but I will not break myself in order to do so.
I’m not your perfect, I’m your broken.
If you trust me I will not let you down.
But that does not mean my sole job in life is to prove my own innocence.
There is nothing worse than a man that has decided not to trust because of his past. Now you are actively scanning for events that “prove”I am disloyal, when there aren’t any.
I’m not your perfect, I’m your broken.
My brokenness is a mirror reflecting what is incomplete in you. I’d be scared too if someone actually saw me and chose to love me flaws and all. When we are children and we aren’t loved correctly we grown up into adults that believe imperfection is failure. I know you’re not perfect but I choose to love regardless.
I’m not your perfect, I’m your broken
I am both your curse and your blessing, because I ask you to rise to the occasion of loving yourself and me. We do the same for one another and yet if we cannot change it’ll never work.
I’m not your perfect, I’m not your broken
I’m really not broken at all, but instead cracked. Glue can fix me.
Someone that has imperfections that shes healing.
I’m not your perfect, I’m not your broken
Come heal with me, or choose not to. I’ll be fine no matter what, but will you?? If you stay as you are, in survival mode will you survive?
I’m not your perfect or your broken.

To ask you how your day was…
I’m the type of woman to ask you if you’re hungry.
I’m the woman that scrubs your back or pops your pimple, or pulls that hair you have growing out of a weird place.
I’m the woman that will know your wrong and wait to address you until were home in private.
I’ll pull up to you job with a drink because I know you’re hot.
I’ve said “no, sorry I have a boyfriend” more times than I can count when you weren’t there to see or know.
I am fiercely loyal, I pride myself on that.
There nobody coming between us from my end when I decide you’re the one for me.
I love like no other.
I will see you in all of your intricacies, both good and bad and still love you anyways.
I’ll get a chair and drag it to the cupboard instead of bothering you to get something for me that you can easily reach.
I will not automatically become a burden to you just because I have a hardship.
That doesn’t mean that I ask nothing of you but that you only see a small sliver of what I’m dealing with.
Children and pets love me.
Your nieces and nephews will all call me Tia.
I am a good woman.
I am a SINGLE woman.
Which should scare the life out of you because I promise you I will not be single for very long.
I am learning the value of who I am because at one point someone else did not value me.
Thank you for making room for someone else that does see value in me… I’m sure it won’t be long.