Love

You kissed my wrist where the scars from my self-harming are and made me feel good in my skin.
You are extraordinary, habibi, you don't judge me and you keep on loving me for what I am, you don't care if I am a broken girl or if I have been a wretched whore. YOU LOVE ME.
And it amazes me in a thousand different ways.
You're my hero, you've been through it all since you were 4 years old and you're still on your legs, and with all your sufferings you still worry for me, and put me first. Shukran ya aomde. I love you with all my heart.
You're the sunlight of my everyday.
Thanks for loving the feminist I am, and for praying me to keep on being stronger. Thanks. A million thanks.
Thanks for helping me dealing with depression and O.c.d.
Thanks for making me feel beautiful.
Thanks for being with me despite all my madness.
Thanks for loving my mama.
Thanks because I am your first and your last.
Thanks because you breath.

The broken girl, the wretched whore and the sunlight thing are inspired by Emilie Autumn, off course.