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