Stained glass window

I told you that you could never see yourself clearly in me.

I said I was broken,
Your reflection  would be cracked.

I warned you not to cut yourself on my shattered parts.  

You smiled tenderly "You're not a mirror, you're a stain glass window. The cuts and colored panes are what make you beautiful. They're what let the light in."

You saw beauty in my broken state.

You took a step back and saw that the cracks form something other than a broken girl. 

And because of that I'll always love you.


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