Smashed

I am reluctant to demonstrate to you the amount I adore you, in light of the fact that through my adoration, you will see my brokenness.

I am anxious about the possibility that you will detest my smashed pieces, the pieces that set aside me an existence opportunity to assemble back.

It might appear that my dread is more noteworthy than my affection,

In any case, in certainty my LOVE is considerably more prominent than my dread, my spirit is shaking as I probably am aware I may not be the entire you are seeking forever, but rather I promise you,

I am a "Smashed WHOLE" with each piece in its place, you can love me for my identity acknowledge me for who I have progressed toward becoming or you can leave.