Broken promises
Broken hopes
Broken dreams
And broken hearts.
This is what my life is filled with.
All my life, I have been a broken soul inside a bruised body.
All my life, I have had to step through other broken lives.
I have ended up having to pick up all the pieces and throw them away.
Or at least I thought I threw it all away.
I thought that after everything would go away along with everyone else's trash.
I guess it decided to stay.
Because now all that trash is like a back pack.
A back pack full of baggage.
I always thought that if I ever met someone, that they wouldn't be a me to handle it.
I thought that maybe it would bring them down.
Until I found someone with more baggage than me.
Someone who actually understood because they carried the weight also.
The more we discovered each other, the more I felt like Houdini.
I kept pulling out scars way too big to fit in a small back pack.
But the more we dug, the more we began to understand each other.
We began to understand all of our weakness, our pains, our fears, our hopes, and our dreams.
The more we understood , the more we became a part of each other.
I began to understand that all my baggage was never a curse, but a blessing in an ugly disguise.
Because it led me to the one thing I'll ever live for.
You.
