I have been broken
Broken for long
Too long
I have been a mess
Since the day I remember
As far as I can recall
I am not easy to love
Difficult to make sense of
Impossible to predict
I bring along with me the thunders and cyclones
I'm the desert and the mirage
Scorching sun and the warmth of the moon
I can't promise you a fairytale
No where close to it,
But you will have demons to fight
Demons residing in my past
Demons of my mind and soul
You'll have to conquer them all
You'll be hurt, burnt and bruised
Loved in a way you can never imagine
Nothing will match your expectations
So my darling!
It's your call
To stick or to move on
Make your way through petals
Or take me in
With the thorns I adorn
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