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