Remember, I ended with how I love being the unrepaired car?
It has been two years, and I am still the unrepaired car—
The ungrateful car that keeps its owner sad and worried.
But regardless of my attitude, He still wants to be seen with me.
Unworthy as I am, I would rather have my owner trade me in.
But I don’t want to leave; I’m just not putting in the effort.
And so my owner keeps being patient with me, loving me,
With all my flaws and imperfections, my drama, he holds me still.
He is still so proud of the me right now and the me to come.
My owner is ever ready to take me when I decide to be fixed.
And still, I fought it until I stopped one day and couldn’t move.
Yet he stayed with me, telling me to just let him fix me..
And finally, I let him, let him in to fix all that was broken.
Even when parts broke again and again, he fixed them.
He never got tired of me, even when I was tired of myself.
And though it’s hard, and I try to be in charge to hide myself,
I still trust that he is always ready to fix me because he loves me.
Essy_thoughts
09-03-2024
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