i
love
the broken ones.
i always have.
the lonely
the tired
the shattered
and battered.
and
when he asked
me
what do you want?
i
see,
now,
he meant
of me,
with the likes of HIM.
as
that
confident mask
slipped,
as
he
entered MY world
and said:
this is wonderland
and
i want to stay forever.
i
let him
see
me.
the real,
with weeds and all,
me.
i
loved
the broken
him.
the gray-haired
bearded,
kind
him.
and
i
liked him.
i
loved him.
yet,
his jagged edges,
and libations
seeping
from
every pore.
i
see
now
he can
wound me, more.
so
i can't let him in.
but
i
will
#LoveEndlessly
the broken
him,
even so.
thank you to RA, who is always wonderous, and an inspiration 
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Endless love is a powerful thing. It is how wishes are made, I am sure of it, and I am wishing all the best things for you. :)
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thank you :) … and I wish all those best things for you too.
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