I thought I couldn’t be loved.

I thought I would never stop crying.

I thought death didn’t want me.

I thought I couldn't be saved.

I thought I would never be able to stop lying.

I thought that I would never feel or see I could be or do all of these things.

That I don't have to write poems,

or give promise rings,

or even leave my friends

 for someone to see.

That if you give me a chance

if you really listen to me and give me your heart, I will never break it if you hold on to mine.

I finally see that trying after you fall so deep that you can't see anything, makes sense.

That letting someone help you,

listen to you cry,

maybe … even love you, is fine.

And even though I am still fighting my demons

Even though there is no assurance I'll survive.

Even though I have a broken heart.

Maybe there is a meaning to everyone’s life.

And maybe because of my broken heart I will be able to love even stronger.

Maybe because of my broken heart, the love will last a little longer.

Maybe it will allow me to find the love of my life a bit sooner than others will.

And I think I did.

Because no matter how many times I bleed,

or how many times I drown,

or how many times I wanna go to final sleep.

When I heard that sound, the music for my heart,

I knew I had fallen for you hard.

I knew I wanted you to be that one song that always helps me sleep.

I knew that no matter how much I was broken,

sad,

mad,

too much,

scared, …

You are the one I wanna keep.

Kari