I was the shattered glass laying on the floor,
until you swept me up and built me into something more.
I was a hole in the knee of your favorite blue jeans,
and you stitched me up along the seams.
I felt alone and was left to die,
then you came to wipe the tears I cry.
I was hell caving in,
you were an angel diminishing my sins.
I was a dandelion competing with a rose,
yet still it was me you chose.
I was a soul, poisoned and unsure,
but against my toxins, you were my cure.
I was the rough white on a dull canvas,
then you added caligraphy to impress.
I was the scratching sound of a broken vinyl,
you reassured me that's what made the record final.
I was a girl in the middle of a battlefield,
and you never even thought to yield.
I was bloody, broken, and bruised,
but you loved me like you had nothing to lose.
I was a story, oh, so tragic,
until you rewrote it into blissful magic.
I was a speck gone in a gust,
you thought that chasing me was a must;
I took a bullet wound to my head,
then you healed the wounds that bled.
I had scars upon my wrist,
but you took away the pain of the skin you kissed;
I say things I don't mean and you call my bluff,
still, I can't believe you love all of that stuff.
I have a way of turning sun into rain,
but in that, you dance and find no pain;
Even when I try to push you away,
You tell me that you'll always stay.
Although my tongue is as sharp as a knife,
you had no fear running into my life --
While you're no longer on this earth,
you still helped me see all of my self-worth.