Loved By You

I still wonder why he stayed, when he should have gone.

I still wonder why he chose to hold my hand and help me walk out of my pain.

I still wonder why he rocked me to sleep on nights when drugs toiled with me.

I still wonder why he heard all he heard, yet stuck like glue.

I still wonder why he swore to love me in spite of my scars, in spite of my story, in spite of my pain, in spite of my past and in spite of the stigma.

I still wonder why.

I still wonder how he does it.

I wonder how he got around to loving me much more than I love myself.

I still remember how he became my night doctor, always ensuring i don't miss my drugs for each night and each day.

I remember how he made sure I tried to let food pass my throat so i can take my drugs.

He just keeps on loving me, and showing me he is capable of loving a broken me.

He keeps proving that he can love a broken piece of clay pot right back to its original whole state.

Words are not enough...

All I do is try to reciprocate.

I love him, it scares me, but I'd still love him.

                                                                 - Liviasecrets