18. Disaster.

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DISASTER.

 

I was so undeserving,

And yet, you were

so relentless.

 

I pushed - you pulled.

I wept - you embraced.

I bled - you repaired.

I faltered - you shushed.

I stopped - you smiled.

 

I was a disaster -

the worst of its kind.

 

And yet, you still

had the audacity

to let me know

that I was beautiful.

 

 

- j. l.

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