He who Stayed

I showed you my wounds

expecting you to run off.

But little did I know, 

that you will stay,

watch them turn into scars

until they fade away.

I played the piano so out of tune

with scattered keys and notes everywhere.

But little did I know,

that you'll pick all the pieces up,

still listen to my broken song

sitting down with coffee in your cup.

I drew something that could not be appreciated

colors and figures wrongly mixed here and there.

But little did I know,

that you'll mix them with me,

praise my messed up art

and tell me that I am who I should be.