He Found Me

A poem about my boyfriend, and how he has helped heal me after a really difficult time in my life involving one of my "friends" last year.

He found me.

After her icy hands

and dark, soulless eyes left me lost.

He found me.

After her meaningless 'I love you's', 

and threats of suicide, if that love remained unrequited. 

He found me.

After her harsh words and actions

left me isolated and self-loathing.

He found me.

After I struggled to put a definition to love

because her false admittance of it broke me.

He found me.

After I stopped trying to define love,

and started searching for someone to just use me.

He found me.

After I stopped looking for anybody,

and had finally given up.

He saved me.

When I was at my lowest point

and needed nothing more than  "love"- the word that continued to lack meaning.

He saved me.

Befriended

and tried to understand me.

He saved me.

Opened up

and talked to me.

He saved me.

Made an effort,

when no one else did.

He saved me.

Made me smile,

like no one ever had.

He loved me.

And I had a hard time believing it.

He loved me.

And that brokenness began to heal.

He loved me.

And I began to redefine that lost term of love.

He loves me.

Despite my irrationality.

He loves me.

Despite my flaws.

He loves me.

And he gives the word 'love' meaning.

He loves me.

And I love him.

Author's Note

This was written quickly, sorry it's not my best.