we’re all broken people trying to fit our puzzle pieces together

to fill some type of void not even God knows of

To say I felt something with you would mean that you’re special

and nobody is special and if I doubt me, no one else will trust my

words either so I am convinced you are not special

Yet I am gravitated toward the insanity that is you and I

can’t help but ponder why this must be it

your addictions and afflictions make it so hard to love you

you anger me to no end and I feel as though I shouldn’t

bother with you at all.

But I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel sparks

when you kissed me; when you miss me, my heart

grows fonder for you.

Your laughter contagious to all around as you tell your

stories to me in the whispers of the night,

laying on the beach with whiskey in hand

and nothing but stars in sight

you tell me you love me but either I am too jaded

to believe you or it’s just the delusions at play

in my head I beat myself up wondering how I

will sabotage things; sabotage your love for me

sabotage what we have in order to isolate and cocoon

deep inside and pretend I am not alive

Living is for the brave at heart and I am not brave

I am not relentless

I do not care if I live or die

and by my same logic,

if I don’t believe in myself, who will?

we’re all broken people, some with clean breaks

some shattered.

I am somewhere in between

My piece fits yours quite nicely

but one trick up my sleeve will shatter me

shatter us

I’d be lying if I didn’t say you made me feel special;

makes me want to give this a try

I’m scared. I’m petrified. But

you are worth breaking for.