Look At Me

I loved the way you would look at me.
The gaze in your eyes as you held my flaws,
My brokenness laid bare for all to see.
And though the feeling would gnaw,

At my insides that I wasn't whole.
"I love you.", you would say repeatedly,
"From the deepest part of my soul."

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