Repercussions

I know see the repercussions of loving a broken man. 

I can look into your eyes and all the doubt fades to the background. 
The consequences of loving a man that cannot give himself in return. 
A lifetime of hurt you carry in your heart, closing off any hope for intimacy on a giving level. 
You hold your head high, you guard yourself with I don't care and who gives a fuck. 
I've seen past it. In to who you very being is. 
Behind sad and tired eyes. Battling the fight within yourself. 
Your cover up to only care of what you need cause caring for another could cause too much pain and grief. 
I've given myself over to you. Trying to break down those walls with love. 
But in my own pain of needing your love and my own fear of abandonment, I did not love you as you needed. 
I set you free. 
Trying to only see your selfishness and your lies. 
But knowing in my heart the other parts of you that I loved so dearly. 
Your tenderness. 
Your joy. 
Your laughter. 
Your guilt hidden behind jokes. 
The guilt that showed that corner of your heart that loves. 
Your patience and soft voice. 
All I appreciated in who you were as a person. 
I never wanted anything more than to see you smile and your eyes light up. 
All the love I have for you stays in my heart unaccepted and not trusted. 
I can't hate anything you try to be because my heart knows that little boy inside. 
The one who was never shown how to be a man because his own father betrayed him in who a man should be. 
I hear your words but I only see your face. 
I love you does not even express the depth of what I feel for you. 
My mind has given in to the fight. Letting you go. Letting you be who you need to be. 
My heart does not see anything wrong in you. 
My soul only seeks yours. 
It's a once in a lifetime love. 
A love that will last a lifetime.